Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.

The fault, dear Brutus, lies not in our stars, but in ourselves if we are underlings.

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.

You are one of those that will not serve God, if the devil bid you.

We came into the world like brother and brother;And now let's go hand in hand, not one before another.

Society is no comfort to one not sociable.