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.

Now, good digestion wait on appetite, and health on both!

I am as vigilant as a cat to steal cream.

Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books, But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.

I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot; Follow your spirit: and upon this charge, Cry — God for Harry! England and Saint George!

There's beggary in love that can be reckoned

When we our betters see bearing our woes, We scarcely think our miseries our foes.