[s]ince Brevity Is The Soul Of Wit,

For My Own Part, I Shall Be Glad To Learn Of Noble Men.

A Good Leg Will Fall; A Straight Back Will Stoop; A Black Beard Will Turn White; A Curl'd Pate Will Grow Bald; A Fair Face Will Wither; A Full Eye Will Wax Hollow: But A Good Heart, Kate, Is The Sun And The Moon; Or, Rather, The Sun, And Not The Moon, — For It Shines Bright, And Never Changes, But Keeps His Course Truly.

Not All The Water In The Rough Rude Sea Can Wash The Balm From An Anointed King.

By-and-by Is Easily Said.

See What A Ready Tongue Suspicion Hath!