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.

Beauty lives with kindness.

Virtue is chok'd with foul ambition

Nothing routs us but the villainy of our fears.

You Jig, you amble, and you lisp.

I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh be hacked.

All thy vexations Were but my trials of thy love, and thou Hast strangely stood the test; here, afore heaven, I ratify this my rich gift.