Good company, good wine, good welcome, can make good people.
Men prize the thing ungained more than it is.
I love a ballad in print o' life, for then we are sure they are true.
Can one desire too much of a good thing?
Say as you think and speak it from your souls.
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.