No praying, it spoils business.
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.
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.
Honesty needs no disguise nor ornament; be plain.