We burn daylight.
Golden lads and girls all must, like chimmney-sweepers, come to dust.
The gaudy blabbing and remorseful day Is crept into the bosom of the sea.
Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.
Only in Brutus and his fellow-conspirators — of all Shakespearian characters — do we find the least consideration for liberty, and even then he makes the common, and perhaps in his time the unavoidable, mistake of overlooking the genuinely democratic leanings of Julius Cæsar and the anti-popular character of the successful plot against him.
What must be shall be.