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.

It is proper that every man should measure himself by his own
proportion and standard.

It is proper that every man should measure himself by his own
proportion and standard.

It is a part of the nature of man to resist compulsion.

It is a part of the nature of man to resist compulsion.

A woman scorn'd is pitiless as fate,
For then the dread of shame adds stings to hate.

A woman scorn'd is pitiless as fate,
For then the dread of shame adds stings to hate.

Give me neither poverty nor riches; feed me with food convenient
for me.

Give me neither poverty nor riches; feed me with food convenient
for me.

Not surpassing in crafty measures, but in the power of arms.

Not surpassing in crafty measures, but in the power of arms.

None is offended but by himselfe.

None is offended but by himselfe.

I abhor the profane rabble and keep them at a distance.

I abhor the profane rabble and keep them at a distance.

He that pitties another, remembers himselfe.

He that pitties another, remembers himselfe.