Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own

Assume a virtue if you have it not.

Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back.

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.

Let every man be master of his time.

Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade.

I rather would entreat thy company; To see the wonders of the world abroad, Than, living dully sluggardized at home, Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness.