There's beggary in love that can be reckoned
Poor and content is rich, and rich enough.
Small things make base men proud.
Tis a happy thing To be the father unto many sons.
Love all, trust a few, Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy Rather in power than use; and keep thy friend Under thy own life's key: be check'd for silence, But never tax'd for speech.
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall with our English dead.