Justice is lame as well as blind, amongst us.
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.
No praying, it spoils business.
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.