Quotes About Loyalty

And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered- We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother

Let me twine Mine arms about that body, where against My grained ash an hundred times hath broke And scarr'd the moon with splinters: here I clip The anvil of my sword, and do contest As hotly and as nobly with thy love As ever in ambitious strength I did Contend against thy valour. Know thou first, I loved the maid I married; never man Sigh'd truer breath; but that I see thee here, Thou noble thing! more dances my rapt heart Than when I first my wedded mistress saw Bestride my threshold.

If thou dost love, proclaim it faithfully.

Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm from an anointed King;

His forward voice now is to speak well of his friend. His backward voice is to utter foul speeches and to detract.

No, my good lord, banish Peto, banish Bardolph, banish Poins, but for sweet Jack Falstaff, kind Jack Falstaff, true Jack Falstaff, valiant Jack Falstaff, and therefore more valiant, being as he is, old Jack Falstaff, banish not him thy Harry's company, banish not him thy Harry's company. Banish plump Jack, and banish all the world.

To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I ey'd, Such seems your beauty still.

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers. For he to day that sheds his blood with me, shall be my brother.

I cannot heave my heart into my mouth. I love your majesty according to my bond; no more no less.

Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, That you would have me seek into myself For that which is not in me?

Give me your hands, if we be friends, and Robin shall restore amends.

Hal, if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face, call me horse.

I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones

Beshrew me but I love her heartily, For she is wise, if I can judge of her, And fair she is, if that mine eyes be true, And true she is, as she hath proved herself: And therefore like herself, wise, fair, and true, Shall she be placed in my constant soul.

CASSIO: Dost thou hear, my honest friend? CLOWN: No, I hear not your honest friend, I hear you. CASSIO: Prithee, keep up thy quillets.

My lord, you must tell us where the body is, and go with us to the king. HAMLET The body is with the king, but the king is not with the body. The king is a thing - GUILDENSTERN A thing my lord? HAMLET Of nothing. Bring me to him. Hide fox, and all after!

Cordelia! stay a little. Ha! What is't thou say'st? Her voice was ever soft.

I will do anything ... ere I'll be married to a sponge.

Discharge my followers; let them hence away, From Richard's night to Bolingbrooke's fair day.

My friends were poor, but honest; so's my love:

Who can be wise, amazed, temp'rate, and furious, Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man.

These growing feathers pluck'd from Caesar's wing Will make him fly an ordinary pitch, Who else would soar above the view of men And keep us all in servile fearfulness.

And these few precepts in thy memory Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportioned thought his act. Be thou familiar but by no means vulgar. Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them unto thy soul with hoops of steel, But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatched, unfledged comrade.

The worm is not to be trusted...