So did this horse excel a common one
In shape, in courage, color, pace and bone.
…What a horse should have he did not lack,
Save a proud rider on so proud a back. – William Shakespeare
Come, gentlemen, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness. – William Shakespeare
They are sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing. – William Shakespeare
Lifes but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. – William Shakespeare