Rightly to be great Is not to stir without great argument, But greatly to find quarrel in a straw When honour's at the stake.
Can we outrun the heavens?
You are a lover. Borrow Cupid's wings and soar with them above a common bound.
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall with our English dead.
A man I am cross'd with adversity.
Leave us to our free election.