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.

Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude:
Thy read more

Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude:
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.

Dull winter will re-appear.

Dull winter will re-appear.

You may envy every one, but no one envies you.

You may envy every one, but no one envies you.

From the midst of the very fountain of pleasure, something of
bitterness arises to vex us in the flower read more

From the midst of the very fountain of pleasure, something of
bitterness arises to vex us in the flower of enjoyment.

Don't throw away the old bucket until you know whether the new one holds water.

Don't throw away the old bucket until you know whether the new one holds water.

One foote is better then two crutches.

One foote is better then two crutches.

He carries a stone in one hand, and offers bread with the other.
[Lat., Altera manu fert lapidem, altera read more

He carries a stone in one hand, and offers bread with the other.
[Lat., Altera manu fert lapidem, altera panem ostentat.]

An angelic boyhood becomes a Satanic old age.
[Lat., Angelicus juvenis senibus satanizat in annis.]

An angelic boyhood becomes a Satanic old age.
[Lat., Angelicus juvenis senibus satanizat in annis.]