From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered- We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition; And gentlemen in England now-a-bed Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.
William ShakespeareO! Let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven; keep me in temper; I would not be mad!
William ShakespeareWhen rich villains have need of poor ones, poor ones may make what price they will
William Shakespeare