He was not so much brain as earwax

That affable familiar ghost Which nightly gulls him with intelligence.

Trust not your daughter's minds By what you see them act.

The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.

This royal throne of kings, this sceptered isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands,--This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.

My friends were poor, but honest, so's my love.

Fall Greeks; fail fame; honour or go or stay; My major vow lies here, this I'll obey.