So Musical A Discord, Such Sweet Thunder.

Gold Were As Good As Twenty Orators.

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

O Shame, Where Is Thy Blush?

It Is Not, Nor It Cannot, Come To Good, But Break, My Heart, For I Must Hold My Tongue.

Heaven Give You Many, Many Merry Days.