There's beggary in love that can be reckoned

To lapse in fulness Is sorer than to lie for need, and falsehood Is worse in kings than beggars.

Thou frothy tickle-brained hedge-pig!

Sorrow, like a heavy ringing bell, once set on ringing, with its own weight goes; then little strength rings out the doleful knell.

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

True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings.

And do as adversaries do in law, strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.