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; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; . . . . Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide, Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit To his full height. On, on, you noblest English.

Officers, what offence have these men done? DOGBERRY Marry, sir, they have committed false report; moreover, they have spoken untruths; secondarily, they are slanders; sixth and lastly, they have belied a lady; thirdly, they have verified unjust things; and, to conclude, they are lying knaves.

Hasty marriage seldom proveth well.

But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.

Affliction is enamoured of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity.

Who riseth from a feast With that keen appetite that he sits down?

There is an old poor man,. . . . Oppress'd with two weak evils, age and hunger.