Et tu, Brute!
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
A man can die but once
I do now remember the poor creature, small beer
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
I do now remember the poor creature, small beer
Rio Aubry Taylor presents LIGHTRIOT 