| Author |
Quotes |
| William Shakespeare | As cold as any stone. -King Henry V. Act ii. Sc. 3. |
| William Shakespeare | Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin As self-neglecting. -King Henry V. Act ii. Sc. 4. |
| William Shakespeare | 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. |
| William Shakespeare | And sheathed their swords for lack of argument. -King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. -King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | I would give all my fame for a pot of ale and safety. -King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | Men of few words are the best men. -King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | I thought upon one pair of English legs Did march three Frenchmen. -King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 6. |
| William Shakespeare | You may as well say, that 's a valiant flea that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion. -King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 7. |
| William Shakespeare | There is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distil it out. -King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | Every subject's duty is the king's, but every subject's soul is his own. -King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | That 's a perilous shot out of an elder-gun. -King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | Who with a body filled and vacant mind Gets him to rest, crammed with distressful bread. -King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep. -King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive. -King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 3. |
| William Shakespeare | This day is called the feast of Crispian, He that outlives this day and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named, And rouse him at the name of Crispian. -King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 3. |
| William Shakespeare | Then shall our names, Familiar in his mouth as household words,— Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter, Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,— Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered. -King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 3. |
| William Shakespeare | We few, we happy few, we band of brothers. -King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 3. |
| William Shakespeare | There is a river in Macedon, and there is also moreover a river at Monmouth,… and there is salmons in both. -King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 7. |
| William Shakespeare | An arrant traitor as any is in the universal world, or in France, or in England! -King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 8. |
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