O God, I Could Be

Too Much To Know Is To Know Naught But Fame.

Look, How This Ring Encompasseth Thy Finger, Even So Thy Breast Encloseth My Poor Heart; Wear Both Of Them, For Both Of Them Are Thine.

Some Men There Are Love Not A Gaping Pig, Some That Are Mad If They Behold A Cat, And Others When The Bagpipe Sings I The Nose Cannot Contain Their Urine.

But Men Are Men; The Best Sometimes Forget.

I Feel Within Me A Peace Above All Earthly Dignities, A Still And Quiet Conscience.