No praying, it spoils business.
Cowards are scared with threatenings; boys are whipped into confession; but a steady mind acts of itself, ne'er asks the body counsel.
Base natures ever judge a thing above them, and hate a power they are too much obliged to.
Children blessings seem, but torments are.
False as the adulterate promises of favorites in power when poor men court them.
Shining through tears, like April suns in showers, that labor to overcome the cloud that loads em.