Justice is lame as well as blind, amongst us.
Who's a prince or beggar in the grave?
Shining through tears, like April suns in showers, that labor to overcome the cloud that loads em.
Let us embrace, and from this very moment vow an eternal misery together.
False as the adulterate promises of favorites in power when poor men court them.
Honesty needs no disguise nor ornament; be plain.