No praying, it spoils business.
No praying, it spoils business.
Shining through tears, like April suns in showers, that labour to overcome the cloud that loads 'em.
Ambition is a lust that is never quenched, but grows more inflamed and madder by enjoyment.
Justice is lame as well as blind, amongst us.
If we must part forever, Give me but one kind word to think upon, And please myself with, while my heart's breaking.
Children blessings seem, but torments are; When young, our folly, and when old our fear.
Clocks will go as they are set, but man, irregular man, is never constant, never certain.
Let us embrace, and from this very moment vow an eternal misery together.
Honest men are the soft easy cushions on which knaves repose and fatten.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories