Let me not live, after my flame lacks oil, to be the snuff of younger spirits.

All's Well that Ends Well, Act I, sc. 2.

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Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead.

Henry V, Act III

What is honour? A word. What is that word, honour? Air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? He that died o’ Wednesday.

Beatrice: I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me.

BENEDICK: That a woman conceived me, I thank her; that she brought me up, I likewise give her most humble thanks: but that I will have a recheat winded in my forehead, or hang my bugle in an invisible baldrick, all women shall pardon me.

Trinculo:
misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows

Act ii, Sc. 2