Mend When Thou Canst; Be Better At

I Am Very Proud, Revengeful, Ambitious, With More Offences At My Beck Than I Have Thoughts To Put Them In, Imagination To Give Them Shape, Or Time To Act Them In.

When I Bestride Him, I Soar, I Am A Hawk: He Trots The Air; The Earth Sings When He Touches It; The Basest Horn Of His Hoof Is More Musical Than The Pipe Of Hermes.

Take It In What Sense Thou Wilt.

How Use Doth Breed A Habit In A Man.

For Such Things As You, I Can Scarce Think There's Any, Ye're So Slight.