Justice is lame as well as blind, amongst us.
Love reigns a very tyrant in my heart.
Clocks will go as they are set, but man, irregular man, is never constant, never certain.
Cowards are scared with threatenings; boys are whipped into confession; but a steady mind acts of itself, ne'er asks the body counsel.
Who's a prince or beggar in the grave?
Honest men are the soft easy cushions on which knaves repose and fatten.