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| colspan="2" | Could great men thunder
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| colspan="2" | Than the soft myrtle.  But man, proud man,
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<p>It is one of the rules of my system of general harmony, ''that the present is big with the future'', and that he who sees all sees in that which ''is'' that which shall be.</p>
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| colspan="2" align="right" | ''Julius Caesar'':  Casca&mdash;1.3.28&ndash;32
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| colspan="2" align="right" | ''Julius Caesar'':  Cicero&mdash;1.3.33&ndash;35
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Could great men thunder
As Jove himself does, Jove would never be quiet,
For every pelting petty officer
Would use his heaven for thunder, nothing but thunder.
Merciful heaven,
Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt
Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak
Than the soft myrtle. But man, proud man,
Dressed in a little brief authority,
Most ignorant of what he's most assured,
His glassy essence, like an angry ape
Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven
As makes the angels weep, who, with our spleens,
Would all themselves laugh mortal.
  Measure for Measure, 2.2.113–126


Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?
 
No, Cassius, for the eye sees not itself
But by reflection, by some other things.
 
'Tis just;
And it is very much lamented, Brutus,
That you have no such mirrors as will turn
Your hidden worthiness into your eye,
That you might see your shadow. …
 
Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius,
That you would have me seek into myself
For that which is not in me?
 
Therefor, good Brutus, be prepared to hear.
And since you know you cannot see yourself
So well as by reflection, I, your glass,
Will modestly discover to yourself
That of yourself which you yet know not of.
  Julius Caesar, 1.2.53–72


It is one of the rules of my system of general harmony, that the present is big with the future, and that he who sees all sees in that which is that which shall be.

G.W. Leibniz, Theodicy, paragraph 360
  When these prodigies
Do so conjointly meet, let not men say
“These are their reasons”, “they are natural”,
For I believe they are portentous things
Unto the climate that they point upon.
Julius Caesar: Casca—1.3.28–32
Indeed it is a strange disposed time;
But men may construe things after their fashion,
Clean from the purpose of the things themselves.
Julius Caesar: Cicero—1.3.33–35


Templates for Robert Burns

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Template for The Lady of Shalott


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