Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger.
Friendship's full of dregs.
Too much to know is to know naught but fame.
Love does not see with the eyes, but with the soul.
Out of this nettle - danger - we pluck this flower - safety.
O, that our fathers would applause our loves, To seal our happiness with hteir consents!