You Are Not Wood, You Are Not

All Is Well Ended, If The Suit Be Won.

Hot And Hasty, Like A Scotch Jig.

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

Till Our King Henry Had Shook Hands With Death.

What I Have Done Is Yours; What I Have To Do Is Yours; Being Part In All I Have, Devoted Yours.