The mould of a man's fortune is in his own hands.

The mould of a man's fortune is in his own hands.

He makes himself ridiculous who is for ever repeating the same
mistake.

He makes himself ridiculous who is for ever repeating the same
mistake.

When yet was ever found a mother
Who'd give her booby for another?

When yet was ever found a mother
Who'd give her booby for another?

With diadem and sceptre high advanced,
The lower still I fall; only supreme
In misery; such joy read more

With diadem and sceptre high advanced,
The lower still I fall; only supreme
In misery; such joy ambition finds.

A cherefull looke makes a dish a feast.
[A cheerful look makes a dish a feast.]

A cherefull looke makes a dish a feast.
[A cheerful look makes a dish a feast.]

There is more talke then trouble.

There is more talke then trouble.

He that hath the spice, may season as he list.

He that hath the spice, may season as he list.

Ever since we weare cloathes, we know not one another.

Ever since we weare cloathes, we know not one another.

You tell a tale to a dead man.

You tell a tale to a dead man.