The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, and wretches hang that jurymen may dine.
Truth needs not flowers of speech.
All nature is but art unknown to thee.
Truths would you teach, or save a sinking land? All fear, none aid you, and few understand.
Fear not the anger of the wise to raise; Those best can bear reproof who merit praise.
I am satisfied to trifle away my time, rather than let it stick by me.