Appetite, a universal wolf.

But whate'er I am, nor I nor any man that but man is, With nothing shall be pleased 'til he be eased With being nothing.

Good with out evil is like light with out darkness which in turn is like righteousness whith out hope.

I hope to see London once ere I die.

We cannot all be masters.

Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head?

And nature must obey necessity.