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

Whose heart the accustom'd sight of death makes hard.

Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.

Perseverance, my dear Lord. Keeps honour bright.

'Tis best to weigh the enemy more mighty than he seems.

All of Creation’s a farce. Man was born as a joke. In his head his reason is buffeted Like wind-blown smoke. Life is a game. Everyone ridicules everyone else. But he who has the last laugh Laughs longest.

Let him smell his way to Dover!