William Shakespeare

We know what we are, but know not what we may be.

We know what we are, but know not what we may be.

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.

And then he drew a dial from his poke, And looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, It read more

And then he drew a dial from his poke, And looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, It is ten o'clock: Thus we may see, quoth he, how the world wags. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.

Thus the whirligig of time
Brings in his revenges.

Thus the whirligig of time
Brings in his revenges.

Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.

Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.