Et tu, Brute? Then fall, Caesar!
And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge, With Ate by his side, come hot from hell, Shall in these confines, with a monarch's voice, Cry 'Havoc!' and let slip the dogs of war, That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men, groaning for burial.
William Shakespeare
Et tu, Brute? Then fall, Caesar!
William Shakespeare
I said, an elder soldier, not a better: Did I say “better”?
William Shakespeare
Lowliness is young ambition's ladder, whereto the climber-upward turns his face; But when he once attains the upmost round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend.
William Shakespeare
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.
William Shakespeare