Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow worldWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616) English dramatist and poet
Like a Colossus, and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs and peep about
To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Men at some time are masters of their fates:
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Julius Caesar, I.ii [Cassius] (1599)