In the fell clutch of circumstance, I have not winced nor cried aloud: Under the bludgeoning of chance my head is bloody, but unbowed. William Ernest Henley
In the fell clutch of circumstance, I have not winced nor cried aloud: Under the bludgeoning of chance my head is bloody, but unbowed.
I am the master of my fate; I am the captain of my soul. William Ernest Henley
I am the master of my fate; I am the captain of my soul.
It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll; I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. William Ernest Henley
It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll; I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.
