Shining through tears, like April suns in showers, that labor to overcome the cloud that loads em.

False as the adulterate promises of favorites in power when poor men court them.

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.

Shining through tears, like April suns in showers, that labor to overcome the cloud that loads em.

Ambition is a lust that is never quenched, but grows more inflamed and madder by enjoyment.

Children blessings seem, but torments are.

Justice is lame as well as blind, amongst us.