Philip Massinger

What can innocence hope for,
When such as sit her judges are corrupted!

What can innocence hope for,
When such as sit her judges are corrupted!

Out, you impostors!
Quack salving, cheating mountebanks! your skill
Is to make sound men sick, and sick read more

Out, you impostors!
Quack salving, cheating mountebanks! your skill
Is to make sound men sick, and sick men kill.

Patience, the beggar's virtue, shall find no harbor here.

Patience, the beggar's virtue, shall find no harbor here.

What a fine man
Hath your tailor made you!

What a fine man
Hath your tailor made you!

We, that would be known
The father of our people, in our study,
And vigilance for their read more

We, that would be known
The father of our people, in our study,
And vigilance for their safety, must not change
Their ploughshares into swords, and force them from
The secure shade of their own vines, to be
Scorched with the flames of war.