Take myself.

Two years ago the skies were all smiling on my fortunes.

This last year, it's as if the hosts of heaven had a down on me.' 'The stars in their courses fought against Sisera,' murmured Lady Bridget.
'I'm Sisera, am I ?' He gave her a fierce look and crossed to the veranda-railing, where he began cutting tobacco into the palm of his hand.

'Well, there is something in that.

But the stars have never licked me yet.