Character: Gloucester

In our age the blind madmen leaders

In excess of our forces
We are mistaken, while deprivation
Do not reprove us.

Let the rich man
Sissy, forgetting justice,
Unfeeling blind, all the wrath of heaven
You will experience completely; then he will become
To share with the poor their abundance,
There will be no poverty.

Ah, Prince, you in your youth innocent
Everyday lies still not recognize.
In appearance you judge people,
But God knows that the appearance and soul
In accord with each other too rarely.

Fixing the robbery, I shout the first: "Rob!"
Your secret plan implementing,
I have to put the blame on others.

Il honest, harmless person
Can't live in peace, so over it
Not humiliated deceitful rogues?

He plan it was opened and the wound.

Don't know what to say. The world was crushed.
The eagles have nowhere to sit, sparrows - freedom.
When clowns crept in nobles,
Nobles remains to go into buffoons.

With me you will not leave?
- You all enough?
Learning from you how to flatter, say:
Voobrazit that have already said goodbye.

Like flies kids joke,
We the Gods love the wings snap off.

Suspicion always lives in the soul of a criminal: each Bush seems a thief a detective.

Early in the spring - there is a sign -
Alas, the short spring is here!

Wise beyond his years. Such children,
I've heard do not last long in the world.

You're young, Prince, and your purity
In the cunning of the world not to sneak a glance.
In appearance about people judging youth
But the appearance is consistent with the soul -
The witness of God is only very, very rarely.