Hear my soul speak. Of the very instant that I saw you, did my heart fly at your service
When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man.
If I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride, and hug it in mine arms.
a wild dedication of yourselves To undiscovered waters, undreamed shores.
Hal, if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face, call me horse.
Not proud you have, but thankful that you have. Proud can I never be of what I hate, but thankful even for hate that is meant love.