So Many Hours Must I Take My

The Seeming Truth Which Cunning Times Put On To Entrap The Wisest.

Good Name In Man And Woman Is The Immediate Jewel Of Their Souls.

Smooth Runs The Water Where The Brook Is Deep.

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. . . .

A Man Can Die But Once.