Fight to the last gasp.
I am a true laborer: I earn that I eat, get that I wear, owe no man hate, envy no man's happiness, glad of other men's good, content with my harm.
Women may fail when there is no strength in man
We go to gain a little patch of ground that hath in it no profit but the name.
Hereafter, in a better world than this, I shall desire more love and knowledge of you
Do all men kill the things they do not love ............ The quality of mercy is not strain'd It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: it is twice blest It blesseth him that gives and him that takes