Henry V (play)

• O! for a muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention; a kingdom for a stage, princes to act and monarchs to behold the swelling scene. (Chorus)

• Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self-neglecting. (Dauphin, II.iv)

• Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; or close the wall up with our English dead! (King Henry, III.i)

• If we are mark'd to die, we are enow to do our country loss; and if to live, the fewer men, the greater share of honour. God's will! (King Henry, IV.iii)

• This day is call'd the feast of Crispian: he that outlives this day, and comes safe home, will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd, and rouse him at the name of Crispian. (King Henry, IV.iii)

• We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; for he to-day that sheds his blood with me shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile this day shall gentle his condition: and gentlemen in England, now a-bed shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here, and hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks that fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day. (King Henry, IV.iii)
• A good heart is the sun and the moon; or, rather, the sun and not the moon, for it shines bright and never changes. (King Henry, V.ii)