For You And I Are Past Our

The King's Name Is A Tower Of Strength.

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

It Is Silliness To Live When To Live Is Torment, And Then Have We A Prescription To Die When Death Is Our Physician.

Take You Me For A Sponge?

This Sleep Is Sound Indeed; This Is A Sleep That From This Golden Rigol Hath Divorc'd So Many English Kings.