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. |
Give every man THY EAR but few THY VOICE. |
All's well that ends well. |