Justice is lame as well as blind, amongst us.
No praying, it spoils business.
Base natures ever judge a thing above them, and hate a power they are too much obliged to.
Honesty needs no disguise nor ornament; be plain.
No flattery, boy! an honest man cannot live by it; it is a little, sneaking art, which knaves use to cajole and soften fools withal.
Oh woman! lovely woman! nature made thee To temper man; we had been brutes without you; Angels are painted fair to look like you; There's in you all that we believe of heaven, Amazing brightness, purity, and truth, Eternal joy, and everlasting love.