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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.
Labour as long liu'd, pray as even dying.
Labour as long liu'd, pray as even dying.
Though you rise early, yet the day comes at his time, and not
till then.
Though you rise early, yet the day comes at his time, and not
till then.
What is sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander.
[Lat., Idem Accio quod Titio jus esto.]
What is sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander.
[Lat., Idem Accio quod Titio jus esto.]
Everyone puts his fault on the Times.
Everyone puts his fault on the Times.
Then fill the bowl--way with gloom!
Our joys shall always last;
For Hope shall brighten days to read more
Then fill the bowl--way with gloom!
Our joys shall always last;
For Hope shall brighten days to come,
And Mem'ry gild the past.
He who won't be ruled by the rudder must be ruled by the rock.
He who won't be ruled by the rudder must be ruled by the rock.
Fear keepes and looks to the vineyard, and not the owner.
Fear keepes and looks to the vineyard, and not the owner.
