This royal throne of kings, this sceptred 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 blessèd plot, this earth, this realm, this England.
No man's pie is freed From his ambitious finger.
He saw me, and yielded, that I may justly say, with the hook-nosed fellow of Rome, "I came, saw, and overcame."
These mad mustachio purple-hued maltworms.
The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatched, unfledged comrade. Beware Of entrance to a quarrel; but being in, Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee.
... we may leisurely Each one demand and answer to his part Performed in this wide gap of time since First we were dissevered.
'A parted ev'n just between twelve and one, ev'n at the turning o' the tide; for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his finger's end, I knew there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as pen, and 'a babbled of green fields.
The power that I have on you is to spare you; The malice towards you, to forgive you. Live, And deal with others better.
Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn.
If I be foiled, there is but one shamed that was never gracious; if killed, but one dead that is willing to be so.