Things base and vile, holding no quantity, love can transpose to form and dignity
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall with our English dead.
Life is as tedious as twice-told tale, vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.
But men are men; the best sometimes forget.
O, while you live, tell truth, and shame the Devil!
What a terrible era in which idiots govern the blind.