William Shakespeare

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, Or close the wall up with our English dead! In peace read more

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, Or close the wall up with our English dead! 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. -King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Who may, in the ambush of my name, strike home. -Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 3.

Who may, in the ambush of my name, strike home. -Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 3.

You shall comprehend all vagrom men. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3.

You shall comprehend all vagrom men. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3.

Merrily, merrily shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

Merrily, merrily shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

Let's teach ourselves that honorable stop,
Not to outsport discretion.

Let's teach ourselves that honorable stop,
Not to outsport discretion.