Sop to Cerebus.
If I can find Cerebus a sop, I shall be at rest for one day.

Sop to Cerebus.
If I can find Cerebus a sop, I shall be at rest for one day.

Building and marrying of Children are great wasters.

Building and marrying of Children are great wasters.

Of faire things, the Autumne is faire.

Of faire things, the Autumne is faire.

He that hath no good trade, it is to his losse.

He that hath no good trade, it is to his losse.

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.

The way is an ill neighbour.

The way is an ill neighbour.

E'en his failings leaned to virtue's side.

E'en his failings leaned to virtue's side.

There's a glide time coming.

There's a glide time coming.

The Fox, when hee cannot reach the grapes, saies they are not
ripe.

The Fox, when hee cannot reach the grapes, saies they are not
ripe.