Now I will believe that there are unicorns.
Rumor is a pipe Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures.
We must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.
Be wary then; best safety lies in fear.
He's of the colour of the nutmeg. And of the heat of the ginger.... he is pure air and fire; and the dull elements of earth and water never appear in him, but only in patient stillness while his rider mounts him; he is indeed a horse, and all other jades you may call beasts.
There's her cousin, an she were not possessed with a fury, exceeds her as much in beauty as the first of May doth the last of December.