The Gordian knot of it he will unloose.. familiar as his garter: that, when he speaks,.. the air, a charter'd libertine, is stil
Disorder, that hath spoil'd us, friend us now! Let us on heaps go offer up our lives We are enow yet living in the field To smother up the English in our throngs, If any order might be thought upon
O perdurable shame! let's stab ourselves. Be these the wretches that we play'd at dice for? Is this the king we sent to for his ransom?
Then shall we find to-morrow they have only stomachs to eat and none to fight. Now is it time to arm: come, shall we about it? It is now two o'clock: but, let me see, by ten We shall have each a hundred Englishmen
Just, just; and the men do sympathize with the mastiffs in robustious and rough coming on, leaving their wits with their wives: and then give them great meals of beef and iron and steel, they will eat like wolves and fight like devils Ay, but these English are shrewdly out of beef
Foolish curs, that run winking into the mouth of a Russian bear and have their heads crushed like rotten apples! You may as well say, that's a valiant flea that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion
That they lack; for if their heads had any intellectual armour, they could never wear such heavy head-pieces
A valiant and most expert gentleman. Would it were day! Alas, poor Harry of England! he longs not for the dawning as we do What a wretched and peevish fellow is this king of England, to mope with his fat-brained followers so far out of his knowledge!
Well placed: there stands your friend for the devil: have at the very eye of that proverb with 'A pox of the devil You are the better at proverbs, by how much 'A fool's bolt is soon shot
I will cap that proverb with 'There is flattery in friendship And I will take up that with 'Give the devil his due
By my faith, sir, but it is; never any body saw it but his lackey: 'tis a hooded valour; and when it appears, it will bate Ill will never said well
