"Lawyers Are": Perilous mouths.
Time is the old justice that examines all such offenders, and let Time try.
O heaven! were man, But constant, he were perfect.
O, what a world of vile ill-favored faults, looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year!
Nay, do not think I flatter. For what advancement may I hope from thee, That no revenue hast but thy good spirits To feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor be flattered?
Nature teaches beasts to know their friends.