The dullness of the fool is the whetstone of the wits.
Nothing can seem foul to those who win.
Men at sometime are the masters of their fate.
Read o'er this And after, this, and then to breakfast with What appetite you have.
But most it is presumption in us when the help of heaven we count the act of men.
Let men say we be men of good government, being governed, as the sea is, by our noble and chaste mistress the moon, under whose countenance we steal.