Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
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.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616) English dramatist and poet
Julius Caesar, I.ii [Cassius] (1599)
Added on 1-Feb-04 | Last updated 1-Feb-04
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