Who's a prince or beggar in the grave?

Could my griefs speak, the tale would have no end.

Honest men are the soft easy cushions on which knaves repose and fatten.

Clocks will go as they are set, but man, irregular man, is never constant, never certain.

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.

Ambition is a lust that is never quenched, but grows more inflamed and madder by enjoyment.

Dame Fortune, like most others of the female sex, is generally most indulgent to the nimble-mettled blockheads.