A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse!

To beguile the time, look like the time. Bear welcome in your eye, your hand, your tongue.

Thus may poor fools Belive false teachers.

To be now a sensible man, by and by a fool, and presently a beast!

For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground, and tell sad stories of the death of kings... All murdered; for within the hollow crown that rounds the mortal temples of a king, keeps Death his court... and with a little pin bores through his castle wall, and farewell king!

Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I ha' lost my reputation, I ha' lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial!

For so work the honey bees, creatures that by a rule in nature teach the act of order to a peopled kingdom.