Let Us Our Lives, Our Souls, Our

I Have Touch'd The Highest Point Of All My Greatness, And From That Full Meridian Of My Glory I Haste Now To My Setting.

Bear With My Weakness. My Old Brain Is Troubled. Be Not Disturbed With My Infirmity.

Misery Makes Sport To Mock Itself.

The Eye Sees All, But The Mind Shows Us What We Want To See.

This Above All; To Thine Own Self Be True.