Wishers Were Ever Fools.

O Braggart Vile And Damned Furious Wight!

Prosperity's The Very Bond Of Love, Whose Fresh Complexion And Whose Heart Together Affliction Alters.

The End Crowns All, And That Old Common Arbitrator, Time, Will One Day End It.

Contention, Like A Horse, Full Of High Feeding, Madly Hath Broke Loose, And Bears Down All Before Him.

For A Quart Of Ale Is A Dish For A King.