If you are for a merry jaunt, I will try, for once, who can foot it farthest.
I am devilishly afraid, that's certain; but ... I'll sing, that I may seem valiant.
He who trusts secrets to a servant makes him his master
More liberty begets desire of more; The hunger still increases with the store
Pride - Lord of human kind
He with a graceful pride, While his rider every hand survey'd, Sprung loose, and flew into an escapade; Not moving forward, yet with every bound Pressing, and seeming still to quit his ground.