A politician is the devil's quilted anvil; He fashions all sins on him, and the blows are never heard.
Glories, like glow-worms, afar off shine bright, But looked to near, have neither heat nor light.
Eagles commonly fly alone. They are crows, daws, and starlings that flock together.
I have long served virtue, And never ta'en wages of her.
Were there no heaven nor hell I should be honest.
That realm is never long in quiet, where the ruler is a soldier.