I am not now in fortune's power,
He that is down can fall no lower.

I am not now in fortune's power,
He that is down can fall no lower.

A fair day in winter is the mother of a storme.

A fair day in winter is the mother of a storme.

Castles are Forrests of stones.

Castles are Forrests of stones.

Whom has not the inspiring bowl made eloquent?
[Lat., Foecundi calices quem non fecere disertum.]

Whom has not the inspiring bowl made eloquent?
[Lat., Foecundi calices quem non fecere disertum.]

If yee would know a knave, give him a staffe.

If yee would know a knave, give him a staffe.

Men who ape the saint and play the sinner.

Men who ape the saint and play the sinner.

Men at some time are masters of their fates.
The fault, dear Brutus, is not is our stars,
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Men at some time are masters of their fates.
The fault, dear Brutus, is not is our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.

He who excuses himself, accuses himself.
[Fr., Qui s'excuse, s'accuse.]

He who excuses himself, accuses himself.
[Fr., Qui s'excuse, s'accuse.]

Their own death accompanies the wound they inflict.

Their own death accompanies the wound they inflict.