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

False as the adulterate promises of favorites in power when poor men court them.

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

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.

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

Who's a prince or beggar in the grave?

Children blessings seem, but torments are.