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

If we must part forever,Give me but one kind word to think uponand please myself with, while my heart’s breaking.

Let us embrace, and from this very moment vow an eternal misery together.

Ambition is a lust that is never quenched, but grows more inflamed and madder by enjoyment.

If we must part forever, Give me but one kind word to think upon, And please myself with, while my heart’s breaking.

Justice is lame as well as blind, amongst us

Clocks will go as they are set, but man, irregular man, is never constant, never certain.

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

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

No praying, it spoils business.

Children blessings seem, but torments are;/ When young, our folly, and when old our fear.