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.

Our doubts are traitors,
And make us lose the good we oft might win,
By fearing to read more

Our doubts are traitors,
And make us lose the good we oft might win,
By fearing to attempt.

A wicked mans gift hath a touch of his master.

A wicked mans gift hath a touch of his master.

Teach thy tongue to say I do not know and thou shalt progress.

Teach thy tongue to say I do not know and thou shalt progress.

Pleasure is often the introduction to pain.

Pleasure is often the introduction to pain.

I was never less alone than when by myself.

I was never less alone than when by myself.

The love of money and the love of learning rarely meet.

The love of money and the love of learning rarely meet.

As fierce as hell, or fiercer still,
A woman piqued who has her will.

As fierce as hell, or fiercer still,
A woman piqued who has her will.

Shun an inquisitive man, he is invariably a tell-tale.

Shun an inquisitive man, he is invariably a tell-tale.