If one good deed in all my life I did, I do repent it from my very soul.
Passion makes the will lord of the reason.
Grief makes one hour ten.
I drink to the general joy o’ the whole table." Macbeth
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger.
Full of wise saws and modern instances.