Who's a prince or beggar in the grave?
Love reigns a very tyrant in my heart.
Honest men are the soft easy cushions on which knaves repose and fatten.
Honesty needs no disguise nor ornament; be plain.
Cowards are scared with threatenings; boys are whipped into confession; but a steady mind acts of itself, ne'er asks the body counsel.
Let us embrace, and from this very moment vow an eternal misery together.