Post by RILEY <3 on Jul 9, 2012 23:17:16 GMT -5
RILEY LARA HADDEN
SHE COULD BE A JOAN OF ARC
Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus, and we petty men Walk under his huge legs and peep about to find ourselves dishonourable graves. 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. Brutus and Caesar: what should be in that 'Ceasar'? Why should that name be sounded more than yours? Write them together, yours is fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar. Now, in the names of all the gods at once, Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed, That he is grown so great? Age, tho art shamed! Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods! When went there by an age, since the great flood, But it was famed with more than with one man?
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