Your born angler is like a hound that scents no game but that which he is in pursuit of. John Burroughs.
Your cause belongs / To him who can avenge your wrongs. Winkworth.
Your goodness must have some edge to it, 20 else it is none. Emerson.
Your hands in your own pockets in the morning, is the beginning of the last day; your hands in other people's pockets at noon, is the height of the last day. Ruskin.
Your "if" is the only peacemaker; much virtue in "if." As You Like It, v. 4.
Your labour only may be sold; your soul must not. Ruskin.
Your learning, like the lunar beam, affords light but not heat. Young.
Your levellers wish to level down as far as 25 themselves; but they cannot bear levelling up to themselves. J. Boswell.
Your noblest natures are most credulous. Chapman.
Your own soul is the thing you ought to look after. Thomas à Kempis.