That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold; What hath quenched them hath given me fire.

Life every man holds dear; but the dear man holds honor far more precious dear than life.

O God of battles! steel my soldiers’ hearts. Possess them not with fear.

It is not night when I do see your face, Therefore I think I am not in the night; Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company, For you in my respect are all the world: Then how can it be said I am alone, When all the world is here to look on me?

Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red.

Love bears it out even to the edge of doom.

Few love to hear the sins they love to act.