Let us embrace, and from this very moment vow an eternal misery together.

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.

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

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

Shining through tears, like April suns in showers, that labor to overcome the cloud that loads em.

Justice is lame as well as blind, amongst us.