Some Smack Of Age In You, Some

What Else May Hap, To Time I Will Commit.

Whatever Praises Itself But In The Deed, Devours The Deed In The Praise.

Every Great Drama Has Its Foreshadow.

Although The Last, Not Least.

That Is Honor's Scorn Which Challenges Itself As Honor's Born And Is Not Like The Sire. Honors Thrive When Rather From Our Acts We Them Derive Than Our Foregoers.