Some Falls The Means Are Happier To

Will Fortune Never Come With Both Hands Full, But Write Her Fair Words Still In Foulest Terms?

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

The Time Is Out Of Joint : O Cursed Spite, That Ever I Was Born To Set It Right!

Beware Of Entrance To A Quarrel; But Being In, Bear't That The Opposed May Beware Of Thee. Give Every Man Thy Ear, But Few Thy Voice; Take Each Man's Censure, But Reserve Thy Judgment. Costly Thy Habit As Thy Purse Can Buy, But Not Express'd In Fancy; Rich, Not Gaudy; For The Apparel Oft Proclaims The Man.

Thoughts Are But Dreams Till Their Effects Are Tried.