Stars, Hide Your Fires; Let Not Light

The Web Of Our Life Is Of A Mingled Yarn, Good And Ill Together.

Farewell, Good Salisbury, And Good Luck Go With Thee!

All's Well That Ends Well; Still The Fine's The Crown. Whate'er The Course, The End Is The Renown.

I Am Not Only Witty In Myself, But The Cause That Wit Is In Other Men.

Oh, God! I Have An Ill-divining Soul!