O For A Horse With Wings!

But Say, My Lord, It Were Not Regist'red, Methinks The Truth Should Live From Age To Age, As 'twere Retailed To All Posterity, Even To The General All-ending Day.

Polonius: What Do You Read, My Lord? Hamlet: Words, Words, Words.

Where Souls Do Couch On Flowers We'll Hand In Hand.

I Am Asham'd That Women Are So Simple To Offer War Where They Should Kneel For Peace.

There Is A Tide In The Affairs Of Men, Which Taken At The Flood, Leads On To Fortune. Omitted, All The Voyage Of Their Life Is Bound In Shallows And In Miseries. On Such A Full Sea Are We Now Afloat. And We Must Take The Current When It Serves, Or Lose Our Ventures.