A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross.
Women are not In their best fortunes strong, but want will perjure the ne'er-touched vestal.
Let him smell his way to Dover!
My crown is called content, a crown that seldom kings enjoy.
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.
From this day forward until the end of the world...we in it shall be remembered...we band of brothers.