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.

Oh! too convincing--dangerously dear--
In woman's eye the unanswerable tear!
That weapon of her weakness she can read more

Oh! too convincing--dangerously dear--
In woman's eye the unanswerable tear!
That weapon of her weakness she can wield,
To save, subdue--at once her spear and shield.

Am I always to be a mere listener? Shall I never reply?

Am I always to be a mere listener? Shall I never reply?

You must strike in measure, when there are many to strike on one
Anvile.

You must strike in measure, when there are many to strike on one
Anvile.

Haste is slow.
[Lat., Festinatio tarda est.]

Haste is slow.
[Lat., Festinatio tarda est.]

Who overcomes
By force, hath overcome but half his foe.

Who overcomes
By force, hath overcome but half his foe.

Come, we burn daylight, ho!
Nay, that's not so.
I mean, sir, in delay
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Come, we burn daylight, ho!
Nay, that's not so.
I mean, sir, in delay
We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.

I have been a soldier,
Till the helm hath worn those aged temples bare.

I have been a soldier,
Till the helm hath worn those aged temples bare.

I tell the tale as it was told to me.

I tell the tale as it was told to me.