Fortune's a right whore. If she give ought, she deals it in small parc >>
When I go to hell, I mean to carry a bribe: for look you, good gifts e >>
There is not in nature, a thing that makes man so deformed, so beastly >>
No man is much regarded by the rest of the world. He that considers ho >>
We are merely the stars tennis-balls, struck and bandied which way ple >>
There is hardly any one so insignificant that he does not seem imposin >>
We are merely the stars tennis-balls, struck and bandied which way please them.