Brutus, I do observe you now of late: I have not from your eyes that gentleness And show of love as I was wont to have: You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand Over your friend that loves you. Poor Brutus, with himself at war, Forgets the shows of love to other men.
William ShakespeareI am afeard there are few die well that die in battle, for how can they charitably dispose of anything when blood is their argument?
William Shakespeare