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, "Julius Caesar", Act III, scene 1)

maandag 13 augustus 2007

Invictus

It matters not how straight the gate
How charged with punishments the scroll
I am the master of my fate
I am the captain of my soul

(W.E. Henley)
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