Through tattered clothes small vices do appear;
Robes and furred gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold,
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Through tattered clothes small vices do appear;
Robes and furred gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold,
And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks;
Arm it in rags, a pygmy's straw does pierce it.

There is no law more just, than that he, who plots death, should
perish by his own craft.

There is no law more just, than that he, who plots death, should
perish by his own craft.

Is there a man whose judgment clear
Can others teach the course to steer,
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Is there a man whose judgment clear
Can others teach the course to steer,
Yet runs himself life's mad career,
Wild as the wave?

An undertaking beset with danger.

An undertaking beset with danger.

I am not what I once was.
[Lat., Non sum qualis eram.]

I am not what I once was.
[Lat., Non sum qualis eram.]

You shall never want rope enough.

You shall never want rope enough.

Hope is the poore mans bread.

Hope is the poore mans bread.

The sense of death is most in apprehension.

The sense of death is most in apprehension.

The wise hand doth not all that the foolish mouth speakes.

The wise hand doth not all that the foolish mouth speakes.