All That Glisters Is Not Gold; Often

Preferment Goes By Letter And Affection, And Not By Old Gradation, Where Each Second Stood Heir To Th's First.

Such As We Are Made Of, Such We Be.

When Clouds Are Seen Wise Men Put On Their Cloaks; When Great Leaves Fall Then Winter Is At Hand.

I Can See He's Not In Your Good Books,' Said The Messenger. 'no, And If He Were I Would Burn My Library.

I Wish You Well And So I Take My Leave, I Pray You Know Me When We Meet Again.