O England! Model to thy inward greatness, like little body with a might heart.
Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
I had rather eleven died nobly for their country than one voluptuously surfeit out of action.
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child!
Love is blind, it stops lovers seeing the silly things they do.
Season your admiration for a while.