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.

Cowards are scared with threatenings; boys are whipped into confession; but a steady mind acts of itself, ne'er asks the body counsel.

Who's a prince or beggar in the grave?

Base natures ever judge a thing above them, and hate a power they are too much obliged to.

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.