How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a weary world. |
Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them. |
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them. |
Now is the winter of our discontent. |
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once. |
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them! |
Now is the winter of our discontent. |
All the world 's a stage, and all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts. |
To be, or not to be: that is the question. |
Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it do singe yourself. |