Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall with our English dead.
The instruments of darkness tell us truths.
where civil blood makes civil hands unclean
This sanguine coward, this bed-presser, this horseback-breaker, this huge hill of flesh!
Adieu, adieu, adieu! remember me.
Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, Shall win my love.