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.
Who's a prince or beggar in the grave?
Ambition is a lust that is never quenched, but grows more inflamed and madder by enjoyment.
No praying, it spoils business.
Let us embrace, and from this very moment vow an eternal misery together.
Base natures ever judge a thing above them, and hate a power they are too much obliged to.