I saw the Arab map. It resembled a mare shuffling on,... dragging its history like saddlebags, nearing its tomb and the pitch of hell.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The stallion and his mare, unbridled, with arrow-pattern,... are worked on. the blue cloth before the door of religion and inspiration....LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Nature has not placed us in an inferior rank to men, no more than the females of other animals, where we see no distinction of cap...acity, though I am persuaded if there was a commonwealth of rational horses ... it would be an established maxim amongst them that a mare could not be taught to pace.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,... With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players.... They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then, a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden, and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank, and his big, manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange, eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
And the country proverb known, That every man should take his own,... In your waking shall be shown. Jack shall have Jill, Naught shall go ill: The man shall have his mare again, and all shall be well.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »