Once more unto the breech dear friends, once more.

Or close the wall with our dead.

In peace, nothing so becomes a man as modesty, and humility.

But when the blast of war blows in our ears... Then imitate the action of the tiger.

Summon up the blood...

Disguise fair nature with rage...

And lend the eye, a terrible aspect.

-William Shakespear


But I being poor, have only my dreams.

I have spread my dreams under your feet.

Tread softly...

Because you tread on my dreams.

-William Yeats