Grace And Remembrance Be To You Both.

In God's Name Cheerly On, Courageous Friends, To Reap The Harvest Of Perpetual Peace By This One Bloody Trial Of Sharp War.

Be Not Thy Tongue Thy Own Shame's Orator.

The Sweets We Wish For, Turn To Loathed Sours, Even In The Moment That We Call Them Ours.

Time Is Like A Fashionable Host That Slightly Shakes His Parting Guest By The Hand, And With His Arm Outstretch'd, As He Would Fly, Grasps In The Comer.

Sigh No More Ladies, Sigh No More, Men Were Deceivers Ever