Justice is lame as well as blind, amongst us.
Let us embrace, and from this very moment vow an eternal misery together.
Honest men are the soft easy cushions on which knaves repose and fatten.
Clocks will go as they are set, but man, irregular man, is never constant, never certain.
Love reigns a very tyrant in my heart.
False as the adulterate promises of favorites in power when poor men court them.