Weep I Cannot; But My

A Man May See How This World Goes With No Eyes. Look With Thine Ears: See How Yond Justice Rails Upon Yon Simple Thief. Hark, In Thine Ear: Change Places; And, Handy-dandy, Which Is The Justice, Which Is The Thief?

And Oftentimes Excusing Of A Fault Doth Make The Fault The Worse By The Excuse, As Patches Set Upon A Little Breach, Discredit More In Hiding Of The Fault Than Did The Fault Before It Was So Patch'd.

The Tongues Of Mocking Wenches Are As Keen As Is The Razor's Edge Invisible.

There Is No Slander In An Allowed Fool, Though He Do Nothing But Rail.

Foul Whisperings Are Abroad