A Horse, A Horse, My Kingdom For

What Can Be Avoided Whose End Is Purposed By The Mighty Gods?

For I Have Sworn Thee Fair, And Thought Thee Bright, Who Art As Black As Hell, As Dark As Night.

I Like Not Fair Terms And A Villain's Mind.

A Jest's Prosperity Lies In The Ear Of Him That Hears It, Never In The Tongue Of Him That Makes It.

But Now Behold, In The Quick Forge And Working-house Of Thought, How London Doth Pour Out Her Citizens!