In friendship, as in love, we are often happier through our ignorance than our knowledge.

From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered- We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition; And gentlemen in England now-a-bed Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.

Gloucester, we have done deeds of charity, made peace of enmity, fair love of hate, between these swelling wrong-incensed peers.

Fall Greeks; fail fame; honour or go or stay; My major vow lies here, this I'll obey.

It warms the very sickness in my heart, That I shall live and tell him to his teeth, "Thus diddest thou;"

Come, woo me, woo me, for now I am in a holiday humor, and like enough to consent.

Love is a wonderful, terrible thing