But Here's The Joy: My Friend And

My Purpose Is, Indeed, A Horse Of That Color.

When That The Poor Have Cried, Caesar Hath Wept: Ambition Should Be Made Of Sterner Stuff: Yet Brutus Says He Was Ambitious; And Brutus Is An Honourable Man.

What Is Honour? A Word. What Is In That Word Honour? What Is That Honour? Air. A Trim Reckoning! Who Hath It? He That Died O' Wednesday. Doth He Feel It? No. Doth He Hear It? No.

For Murder, Though It Have No Tongue, Will Speak With Most Miraculous Organ.

Travelers Must Be Content.