Too early seen unknown, and known too late!

Drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things . . . nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes; it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance.

The coward dies a thousand deaths, the valiant, only once!

Teach me, dear creature, how to think and speak; Lay open to my earthy-gross conceit, Smother'd in errors, feeble, shallow, weak, The folded meaning of your words' deceit.

Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven; Whilst, like a puff'd and reckless libertine, Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads And recks not his own read.

Ambition, the soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss, than gain which darkens him.

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