My dear, dear Lord,The purest treasure mortal times affordIs spotless reputation; that awayMen are but gilded loan or painted clay...Mine honor is my life; both grow in one;Take honor from me, and my life is done.
William Shakespeare
My dear, dear Lord,The purest treasure mortal times affordIs spotless reputation; that awayMen are but gilded loan or painted clay...Mine honor is my life; both grow in one;Take honor from me, and my life is done.