O Polly, you might have toyed and kissed, by keeping men off, you keep them on.
Envy is a kind of praise.
By outward show let's not be cheated; An ass should like an ass be treated.
Why is the hearse with scutcheons blazon'd round, And with the nodding plume of ostrich crown'd? No; the dead know it not, nor profit gain; It only serves to prove the living vain.
Envy's a sharper spur than pay: No author ever spar'd a brother; Wits are gamecocks to one another.
I know you lawyers can with ease, Twist words and meanings as you please; That language, by your skill made pliant, Will bend to favour every client; That 'tis the fee directs the sense, To make out either side's pretense.