Honest men are the soft easy cushions on which knaves repose and fatten.
Ambition is a lust that is never quenched, but grows more inflamed and madder by enjoyment.
False as the adulterate promises of favorites in power when poor men court them.
Could my griefs speak, the tale would have no end.
Dame Fortune, like most others of the female sex, is generally most indulgent to the nimble-mettled blockheads.
Love reigns a very tyrant in my heart.