I'll teach you differences.

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry.

When rich villains have need of poor ones, poor ones may make what price they will

Truth hath a quiet breast.

There is a kind of character in thy life, That to the observer doth thy history, fully unfold.

And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, 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

If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well. It were done quickly.