He That Keeps Not Crust Nor Crum

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

This Tyrant, Whose Sole Name Blisters Our Tongues,was Once Thought Honest.

Some Smack Of Age In You, Some Relish Of The Saltness Of Time.

Greatest Scandal Waits On Greatest State.

Time's The King Of Men; He's Both Their Parent, And He Is Their Grave, And Gives Them What He Will, Not What They Crave.