When once our grace we have forgot, Nothing goes right.

Every man has a bag hanging before him, in which he puts his neighbour's faults, and another behind him in which he stows his own.

Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death.

Give them great meals of beef and iron and steel, they will eat like wolves and fight like devils.

When you fear a foe, fear crushes your strength; and this weakness gives strength to your opponents.

I may neither choose who I would, nor refuse who I dislike; so is the will of a living daughter curbed by the will of a dead father.

'Tis the soldier's life to have their balmy slumbers waked with strife.