A Blot In Thy Escutcheon To All

That Which Costs Little Is Less Valued.

For Neither Good Nor Evil Can Last For Ever; And So It Follows That As Evil Has Lasted A Long Time, Good Must Now Be Close At Hand.

In Hell There Is No Retention.

He Who Sings Frightens Away His Ills.

Well, There's A Remedy For All Things But Death, Which Will Be Sure To Lay Us Flat One Time Or Other.