He that would thrive - Must rise at five; He that hath thriven may lie to seven...

Justice:
There was a land, which I suppose,
Where everyone had a crooked nose;


And the crooked nose that everyone had
In no manner did make him sad.


But in that land a man was born
Whose nose more straight and clean was worn:


And the men of that land with a public hate
Killed the man whose nose was straight.