Thou art a Castilian King urinal!

We will all laugh at gilded butterflies.

The world must be peopled!

O, let him pass. He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.

If ever thou be'st bound in thy scarf and beaten, thou shalt find what it is to be proud of thy bondage.

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

So our virtues lie in the interpretation of the time