When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry.
Honest plain words best pierce the ear of grief.
What a terrible era in which idiots govern the blind.
Away, you mouldy rogue, away!
You may my Glories and my State depose, But not my Griefes; still am I King of those.
Wise men never sit and wail their loss, but cheerily seek how to redress their harms.