I long To hear the story of your life, which must Take the ear strangely.

I thank you all and here dismiss you all, and to the love and favor of my country commit myself, my person, and the cause.

Some grief shows much of love, But much of grief shows still some want of wit.

O Death, made proud with pure and princely beauty!

We few. We happy few. We band of brothers, for he today That sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother.

What is a man, if his chief good and market of his time be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more.

My business was great, and in such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy.