“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.”
More from William Shakespeare
“That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet.”
“Why, there's a wench! Come on and kiss me, Kate.”
“We cannot all be masters, nor all masters cannot truly be followed.”
“Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.”