Honest men are the soft easy cushions on which knaves repose and fatten.
Who's a prince or beggar in the grave?
Justice is lame as well as blind, amongst us.
Ambition is a lust that is never quenched, but grows more inflamed and madder by enjoyment.
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.
Children blessings seem, but torments are.