There are little girls who begin at eight by prostitution, and who end at twenty by old age. There are men in the mines who chew coal, to fill the stomach and cheat hunger. Look you in Lancashire. But no, you will not. I know ye all.
Devils breed in hell and dogs with hearts of stone.
Upwards to your golden thrones for ages has gone the cry of misery, the groan of hunger and the sob of despair, and ye heeded it not. What mercy thou hast given shall be metered out to you in return. Bear in mind that the series of Kings armed with the sword was interrupted by Cromwell with the axe. They who are hungry show their idle teeth. Paradises built over hells totter.