The Play's The Thing, Wherein

O Tiger's Heart Wrapped In A Woman's Hide!

Then With The Losers Let It Sympathize, For Nothing Can Seem Foul To Those That Win.

Well Could He Ride, And Often Men Would Say, "that Horse His Mettle From His Rider Takes: Proud Of Subjection, Noble By The Sway, What Rounds, What Bounds, What Course, What Stop He Makes!" And Controversy Hence A Question Takes, Whether The Horse By Him Became His Deed, Or He His Manage By The Well-doing Steed.

Rumour Doth Double, Like The Voice And Echo, The Numbers Of The Feared.

Experience Teacheth That Resolution Is A Sole Help In Need.