Honor, the spur that pricks the princely mind

His golden locks time hath to silver turned.

His golden locks time hath to silver turned, O time too swift! O swiftness never ceasing! His youth 'gainst Time and Age hath ever spurned, But spurned in vain! Youth waneth by increasing.

Villain, a horse--Villain, I say, give me a horse to fly, To swim the river, villain, and to fly.

It was quite an honor,

The most tragic thing in the world is a man of genius who is not a man of honor