The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers. These earthly godfathers of Heaven's lights, that give a name to every fixed star, have no more profit of their shining nights than those that walk and know not what they are. The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes. There's not one wise man among twenty will praise himself. The weakest kind of fruit drops earliest to the ground. The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together. There have been many great men that have flattered the people, who ne'er loved them. There is a history in all men's lives. There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so. What is past is prologue. | 
