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.
Gold were as good as twenty orators.
Go wisely and slowly. Those who rush stumble and fall.
What e'er thou art, act well thy part.
To do a great right do a little wrong.
For trust not him that hath once broken faith