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.

One paire of eares drawes dry an hundred tongues.

One paire of eares drawes dry an hundred tongues.

The thread breakes, where it is weakest.

The thread breakes, where it is weakest.

Whose nature is so far from doing harms,
That he suspects none.

Whose nature is so far from doing harms,
That he suspects none.

The ofspring of those that are very young, or very old, lasts
not.

The ofspring of those that are very young, or very old, lasts
not.

The cause lies hidden; the effect is most notorious.

The cause lies hidden; the effect is most notorious.

Though the Mastiffe be gentile, yet bite him not by the lippe.

Though the Mastiffe be gentile, yet bite him not by the lippe.

The coveteous spends more then the liberall.

The coveteous spends more then the liberall.

The eyes have one language every where.

The eyes have one language every where.