He That Dies Pays All Debts.

Things At The Worst Will Cease Or Else Climb Upward To What They Were Before.

Gloucester, We Have Done Deeds Of Charity, Made Peace Of Enmity, Fair Love Of Hate, Between These Swelling Wrong-incensed Peers.

I Can Give The Loser Leave To Chide.

O Heaven! That One Might Read The Book Of Fate, And See The Revolution Of The Times.

Give Every Man Thine Ear, But Few Thy Voice; Take Each Man's Censure, But Reserve Thy Judgment.