Retire Me To My Milan, Where Every

When A Father Gives To His Son, Both Laugh; When A Son Gives To His Father, Both Cry.

If [god] Send Me No Husband, For The Which Blessing I Am At Him Upon My Knees Every Morning And Evening.

Let Me Tell You, Cassius, You Yourself Are Much Condemned To Have An Itching Palm.

Your Bait Of Falsehood Takes This Carp Of Truth.

A Horse, A Horse, My Kingdom For A Horse!