So Get The Start Of The Majestic

Sweets Grown Common Lose Their Dear Delight.

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

I'll Have No Husband, If You Be Not He.

Some Are Born Great, Some Achieve Greatness, And Some Have Greatness Thrust Upon Them.

The First Thing We Do, Let's Kill All The Lawyers.