A Horse, A Horse, My Kingdom For

You Shall More Command With Years Than With Your Weapons.

What Man Art Thou That, Thus Bescreened In Night, So Stumblest On My Counsel? *who Are You? Why Do You Hide In The Darkness And Listen To My Private Thoughts?*

A Very Little Little Let Us Do And All Is Done.

I Think The Devil Will Not Have Me Damned, Lest The Oil That's In Me Should Set Hell On Fire.

We Are Such Stuff As Dreams Are Made On; And Our Little Life Is Rounded With A Sleep.