God Has Given You One Face, And

Truly The Souls Of Men Are Full Of Dread: Ye Cannot Reason Almost With A Man That Looks Not Heavily And Full Of Fear.

Good Counselors Lack No Clients.

Hal, If I Tell Thee A Lie, Spit In My Face, Call Me Horse.

Give Obedience Where 'tis Truly Owed.

Even Through The Hollow Eyes Of Death I Spy Life Peering.