Youth To Itself Rebels, Though None Else

Come The Three Corners Of The World In Arms, And We Shall Shock Them.

Fools Are Not Mad Folks.

The Pow'r That I Have On You Is To Spare You; The Malice Towards You To Forgive You.

I Drink To The General Joy O’ The Whole Table." Macbeth

Nothing Comes Amiss, So Money Comes Withal.