Men judge by the complexion of the sky The state and inclination of the day.
Let's all cry peace, freedom, and liberty!
What I have done is yours; what I have to do is yours; being part in all I have, devoted yours.
We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.
I see that the fashion wears out more apparel than the man.
The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief.