If thou remeber'st not the slightest folly that ever love did make thee run into, thou hast not lov'd

Quote: What angel wakes me from my flowery bed?

Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.

Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.

Who seeks, and will not take, when once 'tis offer'd, Shall never find it more.

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger.

Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast, With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts- O wicked wit and gifts, that have the power So to seduce!