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The command of custome is great.
The command of custome is great.
I shall speak facts; but some will say I deal in fiction.
I shall speak facts; but some will say I deal in fiction.
There is no man, though never so little, but sometimes he can
hurt.
There is no man, though never so little, but sometimes he can
hurt.
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's a wicked thing to make a dearth ones garner.
It's a wicked thing to make a dearth ones garner.
But we are all men
In our own natures frail.
But we are all men
In our own natures frail.
Good swimmers at length are drowned.
Good swimmers at length are drowned.
For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite
The man, that mocks at it, and sets it light.
For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite
The man, that mocks at it, and sets it light.
He who excuses himself, accuses himself.
[Fr., Qui s'excuse, s'accuse.]
He who excuses himself, accuses himself.
[Fr., Qui s'excuse, s'accuse.]