Thou Art As Wise As Thou Art

How Soar Sweet Music Is, When Time Is Broke, And No Proportion Kept!

Gloucester: I Do Not Know That Englishman Alive With Whom My Soul Is Any Jot At Odds, More Than The Infant That Is Born To-night: I Thank My God For My Humility.

A Ministering Angel Shall My Sister Be.

Superfluity Comes Sooner By White Hairs, But Competency Lives Longer.

Their Manners Are More Gentle, Kind, Than Of Our Human Generation You Shall Find.