I Don't Keep A Dog And Bark

[to Edward De Vere, Earl Of Oxford, On His Return From Self-imposed Exile, Occasioned By The Embarrassing Flatulence He Had Experienced In The Presence Of The Queen:] My Lord, I Had Forgot The Fart.

Kings Were Wont To Honour Philosophers, But If I Had Such I Would Honour Them As Angels That Should Have Such Piety In Them That They Would Not Seek Where They Are The Second To Be The First, And Where The Third To Be The Second And So Forth.

I Cannot Find It In Me To Fear A Man Who Took Ten Years A Learning Of His Alphabet.

I Plucke Up The Goodlie Greene Herbes Of Sentences By Pruning, Eat Them By Reading, Chawe Them By Musing, And Laie Them Up At Length In The Hie Seate Of Memorie By Gathering Them Together; That I, Having Tasted The Sweetenes, L May The Lesse Perceave The Bitternes Of This Miserable Life.

I May Not Be A Lion,but I Am Lions Cub And I Have Lion's Heart