He that keeps nor crust nor crumb,
Weary of all shall want some.

He that keeps nor crust nor crumb,
Weary of all shall want some.

The destruction of the poor is their poverty.

The destruction of the poor is their poverty.

Though this may be play to you,
'Tis death to us.

Though this may be play to you,
'Tis death to us.

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.

Manners with Fortunes, Humours turn with Climes,
Tenets with Books, and Principles with Times.

Manners with Fortunes, Humours turn with Climes,
Tenets with Books, and Principles with Times.

Yet gold all is not that doth golden seem.

Yet gold all is not that doth golden seem.

Ill blows the wind that profits nobody.

Ill blows the wind that profits nobody.

Breed up a crow and he'll pick out your eyes.

Breed up a crow and he'll pick out your eyes.

Fire, if neglected, will soon gain strength.

Fire, if neglected, will soon gain strength.