Cassius: 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 dishonorable graves.
Men at sometime are masters of their fates:
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
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Cassius: And why should Caesar be a tyrant then?
Poor man ! I know he would not be a wolf,
But that he sees the Romans are but sheep :
He were no lion, were not Romans hinds.
Those that with haste will make a mighty fire
Begin it with weak straws : what trash is Rome,
What rubbish and what offal, when it serves
For the base matter to illuminate
So vile a thing as Caesar !” William Shakespeare.
Excerpts from “Julius Caesar”.
Islander.