You, And Your Lady, Take From My

When Most I Wink, Then Do My Eyes Best See

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; Stiffen The Sinews, Summon Up The Blood, Disguise Fair Nature With Hard-favour'd Rage; Then Lend The Eye A Terrible Aspect; . . . . Now Set The Teeth And Stretch The Nostril Wide, Hold Hard The Breath And Bend Up Every Spirit To His Full Height. On, On, You Noblest English.

O, The Blood More Stirs To Rouse A Lion Than To Start A Hare!

Some Grief Shows Much Of Love, But Much Of Grief Shows Still Some Want Of Wit.

So Curses All Eve's Daughters Of What Complexion Soever.