All's Well If All Ends Well.

For Such Things As You, I Can Scarce Think There's Any, Ye're So Slight.

Like A Man Made After Supper Of A Cheese-paring: When A' Was Naked, He Was, For All The World, Like A Forked Radish, With A Head Fantastically Carved Upon It With A Knife.

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

O England! Model To Thy Inward Greatness, Like Little Body With A Might Heart.

Better A Witty Fool Than A Foolish Wit.