You are a tedious fool.

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

She is mine own, And I as rich in having such a jewel As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.

Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram; The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun, and with him rise weeping.

Hal, if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face, call me horse.

You shall more command with years than with your weapons.

God grant us patience!