An Two Men Ride Of A Horse,

All Is Well Ended, If The Suit Be Won.

Security Is The Chief Enemy Of Mortals.

So, Good Night Unto You All. Give Me Your Hands, If We Be Friends, And Robin Shall Restore Amends.

A Scar Nobly Got Is A Good Livery Of Honor.

Gloucester: Yet So Much Is My Poverty Of Spirit, So Mighty And So Many My Defects, As I Had Rather Hide Me From My Greatness, Being A Bark To Brook No Mighty Sea, Than In My Greatness Covet To Be Hid, And In The Vapour Of My Glory Smother'd. But God Be Thanked. . . .