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.
Honest men are the soft easy cushions on which knaves repose and fatten.
Children blessings seem, but torments are.
Could my griefs speak, the tale would have no end.
Who's a prince or beggar in the grave?
Ambition is a lust that is never quenched, but grows more inflamed and madder by enjoyment.