Th Abuse Of Greatness Is

And By That Destiny To Perform An Act Whereof What's Past Is Prologue, What To Come In Yours And My Discharge.

There's Hope A Great Man's Memory May Outlive His Life Half A Year.

Profit Is A Blessing, If It's Not Stolen.

A Little Fire Is Quickly Trodden Out, Which, Being Suffer'd, Rivers Cannot Quench.

But Since The Affairs Of Men Rests Still Incertain, Let's Reason With The Worst That May Befall.