His neigh is like the bidding of a monarch, and his countenance enforces homage. He is indeed a horse.

He hath disgrac'd me and hind'red me half a million; laugh'd at my losses, mock'd at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated my enemies. And what's his reason? I am a Jew.

This was the noblest Roman of them all. All the conspirators, save only he,Did that they did in envy of Caesar;He only, in a general honest thoughtAnd common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elementsSo mixd in him that Nature might stand upAnd say to all the world, This was a man!

Hear my soul speak. Of the very instant that I saw you, did my heart fly at your service

Love laughs at locksmiths.

Who soars too near the sun, with golden wings, melts them.

To weep is to make less the depth of grief.