Done to death by slanderous tongue

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

But yet, I say, if imputation and strong circumstances, which lead directly to the door of truth, will give you satisfaction, you may have it.

Instead of weeping when a tragedy occurs in a songbird's life, it sings away its grief. I believe we could well follow the pattern of our feathered friends.

O, how full of briers is this working-day world!

For I can raise no money by vile means. By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas

Why, then the world ’s mine oyster, Which I with sword will open.