O God of battles! steel my soldiers’ hearts. Possess them not with fear.
The peace of heaven is theirs that lift their swords, in such a just and charitable war.
To be now a sensible man, by and by a fool, and presently a beast!
I thought my heart had been wounded with the claws of a lion.
If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me.
Sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste.