Sweet Are The Uses Of Adversity Which,

The Lowest Ebb Is The Turn Of The Tide. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow We Are Such Stuff As Dreams Are Made Of.

Pray, Love, Remember: And There Is Pansies, That's For Thoughts.

Wisely, And Slow. They Stumble That Run Fast.

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. . . .

I Would Not Lose So Great An Honor As One Man More Methinks Would Share With Me For The Best Hope I Have.