The purest treasure mortal times can afford is a spotless reputation.
Gloucester, we have done deeds of charity, made peace of enmity, fair love of hate, between these swelling wrong-incensed peers.
O that men's ears should be To counsel deaf but not to flattery!
And yet,to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays.
We are advertis'd by our loving friends.
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is slicked o'er with the pale cast of thought