Men must endure, their going hence even as their coming hither. Ripeness is all.
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- I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.
- I care not, a man can die but once; we owe God and death.
- After life’s fitful fever he sleeps well. Treason has done his worst. Nor steel nor poison, malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing can touch him further.
- A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.
- Men at sometime are the masters of their fate.
- For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, action nor utterance, nor the power of speech, to stir men’s blood. I only speak right on. I tell you that which you yourselves do know.