We have to thank God for this retirement.

We have to thank God for this retirement.

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.

God is at the end, when we thinke he is furthest off it.

God is at the end, when we thinke he is furthest off it.

He hath great neede of a foole, that plaies the foole himselfe.

He hath great neede of a foole, that plaies the foole himselfe.

The filth under the white snow, the sunne discovers.

The filth under the white snow, the sunne discovers.

Let every man practise the trade which he best understands.

Let every man practise the trade which he best understands.

An inch in missing is as bad as an ell.

An inch in missing is as bad as an ell.

Be not too thick with anybody; your joys will be fewer, and so
will pains.

Be not too thick with anybody; your joys will be fewer, and so
will pains.

One faire day in winter makes not birds merrie.

One faire day in winter makes not birds merrie.