A Woman's Fitness Comes By Fits.

Fortune Reigns In Gifts Of The World.

O Me, You Juggler, You Canker-blossom, You Thief Of Love!

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

Wise Men Never Sit And Wail Their Loss, But Cheerily Seek How To Redress Their Harms.

For Naught So Vile That On The Earth Doth Live But To The Earth Some Special Good Doth Give.