Justice is lame as well as blind, amongst us.
Who's a prince or beggar in the grave?
False as the adulterate promises of favorites in power when poor men court them.
Oh woman! lovely woman! nature made thee To temper man; we had been brutes without you; Angels are painted fair to look like you; There's in you all that we believe of heaven, Amazing brightness, purity, and truth, Eternal joy, and everlasting love.
No praying, it spoils business.
Let us embrace, and from this very moment vow an eternal misery together.