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

I had rather live with cheese and garlic in a windmill.

A light heart lives long.

Thou call'st me dog before thou hadst a cause, But since I am a dog, beware my fangs.

Unnatural deeds do breed unnatural troubles.

There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat. And we must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.

Enjoy'd no sooner but despised straight, Past reason hunted, and no sooner had Past reason hated