Could my griefs speak, the tale would have no end.
Honesty needs no disguise nor ornament; be plain.
False as the adulterate promises of favorites in power when poor men court them.
Clocks will go as they are set, but man, irregular man, is never constant, never certain.
Cowards are scared with threatenings; boys are whipped into confession; but a steady mind acts of itself, ne'er asks the body counsel.
Dame Fortune, like most others of the female sex, is generally most indulgent to the nimble-mettled blockheads.