Go, bid the soldiers shoot.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
Hot and hasty, like a Scotch jig.
To move is to stir, and to be valiant is to stand; therefore, if tou art mov'd, thou runst away. (To be angry is to move, to be brave is to stand still. Therefore, if you're angry, you'll run away.)
The world is grown so bad, That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch.
Ingratitude is monstrous.