With his own weapon do I stab him.

With his own weapon do I stab him.

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.

Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.

Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.

A child correct behind and not before.

A child correct behind and not before.

Praise a hill, but keepe below.

Praise a hill, but keepe below.

Oh, sweet youth, how soon it fades!
Sweet joys of youth, how fleeting!

Oh, sweet youth, how soon it fades!
Sweet joys of youth, how fleeting!

Play with a foole at home, and he will play with you in the
market.

Play with a foole at home, and he will play with you in the
market.

A woman conceales what shee knowes not.

A woman conceales what shee knowes not.

Heresie is the school of pride.

Heresie is the school of pride.