You Had Measured How Long A Fool

So Every Bondman In His Own Hand Bears The Power To Cancel His Captivity.

Those Friends Thou Hast, And Their Adoption Tried, Grapple Them To Thy Soul With Hoops Of Steel; But Do Not Dull Thy Palm With Entertainment Of Each New-hatch'd, Unfledg'd Comrade.

The Evil That Men Do Lives After Them; The Good Is Oft Interred With Their Bones.

Neither My Place, Nor Aught I Heard Of Business, Hath Raised Me From My Bed; Nor Doth The General Care Take Hold On Me; For My Particular Grief Is Of So Floodgate And O'erbearing Nature That It Engluts And Swallows Other Sorrows, And It Is Still Itself.

The Horn, The Horn, The Lusty Horn Is Not A Thing To Laugh To Scorn.