Well, heaven forgive him! and forgive us all! Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall: Some run from brakes of ice, and answer none: And some condemned for a fault alone.
My heart suspects more than mine eye can see.
The horn, the horn, the lusty horn Is not a thing to laugh to scorn.
Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both.
Is he on his horse? O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony!
By my soul I swear, there is no power in the tongue of man to alter me.