It's no sure rule to fish with a cros-bow.

It's no sure rule to fish with a cros-bow.

I strive to mould circumstances to myself, not myself to
circumstances.

I strive to mould circumstances to myself, not myself to
circumstances.

Every man's censure is first moulded in his own nature.

Every man's censure is first moulded in his own nature.

Of two evils choose the least.
[Lat., E duobus malis minimum eligendum.]

Of two evils choose the least.
[Lat., E duobus malis minimum eligendum.]

'Tis godlike to have power, but not to kill.

'Tis godlike to have power, but not to kill.

I'll put a spoke among your wheels.

I'll put a spoke among your wheels.

Can heavenly breasts such stormy passions feel?

Can heavenly breasts such stormy passions feel?

Losse embraceth shame.

Losse embraceth shame.

But who would scorn the month of June,
Because December with his breath so hoary,
Must come? read more

But who would scorn the month of June,
Because December with his breath so hoary,
Must come? Much rather should he court the ray,
To hoard up warmth against a wintry day.