I Can See His Pride Peep Through

All The World Is A Stage And We Are Merely Players.

Well Could He Ride, And Often Men Would Say, "that Horse His Mettle From His Rider Takes: Proud Of Subjection, Noble By The Sway, What Rounds, What Bounds, What Course, What Stop He Makes!" And Controversy Hence A Question Takes, Whether The Horse By Him Became His Deed, Or He His Manage By The Well-doing Steed.

She Is Your Treasure, She Must Have A Husband; I Must Dance Bare-foot On Her Wedding Day, And, For Your Love To Her, Lead Apes In Hell.

The Blood Of Youth Burns Not With Such Excess As Gravity's Revolt To Wantonness.

Now He'll Outstare The Lightning. To Be Furious Is To Be Frightened Out Of Fear.