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.

Hee hath not liv'd, that lives not after death.

Hee hath not liv'd, that lives not after death.

Stained
With grief, that's beauty's canter.

Stained
With grief, that's beauty's canter.

Nature made the fields and man the cities.

Nature made the fields and man the cities.

Vnder water, famine; under snow, bread.

Vnder water, famine; under snow, bread.

Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,
And where care lodges, sleep will never lie;
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Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,
And where care lodges, sleep will never lie;
But where unbruised youth with unstuffed brain
Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign.

When elephants fight, it is the grass that suffers.

When elephants fight, it is the grass that suffers.

Dispel the cold, bounteously replenishing the hearth with logs.

Dispel the cold, bounteously replenishing the hearth with logs.

A holy habit clenseth not a foule soule.

A holy habit clenseth not a foule soule.