“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.”