Society and the World

Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,

 

Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot

 

Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot

 

He which hath no stomach to this fight,

 

This day is called the feast of Crispian:

 

If we are marked to die, we are enow

 

O God of battles! steel my soldiers’ hearts.

 

And what have kings that privates have not too,

 

And what have kings that privates have not too,

 

Upon the king! let us our lives, our souls,

 

Upon the king! let us our lives, our souls,

 

I am afeard there are few die well that die in a battle; for how can they charitably dispose of any thing when blood is their argument?

 

Every subject’s duty is the king’s; but every subject’s soul is his own.

 

Every subject’s duty is the king’s; but every subject’s soul is his own.

 

I think the king is but a man, as I am: the violet smells to him as it doth to me.

 

I think the king is but a man, as I am: the violet smells to him as it doth to me.

 

The game’s afoot:

 

When we have matched our rackets to these balls,

 

Can this cockpit hold

 

Can this cockpit hold

 

Consideration like an angel came,

 

The sun does not set in my dominions.

 

The sun does not set in my dominions.

 

Freude, schöner Götterfunken,