“Ne te quæsiveris extra.”
“Man is his own star; and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man, Commands all light, all influence, all fate; Nothing to him falls early or too late. Our acts our angels are, or good or ill, Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.”
_Epilogue to Beaumont and Fletcher’s Honest Man’s Fortune._
Cast the bantling on the rocks, Suckle him with the she-wolf’s teat, Wintered with the hawk and fox. Power and speed be hands and feet.
