A word or two from Shakespeare. Surely he was really talking about Kardinia Park when he wrote this, not the Battle of Agincourt...

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.

...O, do not wish one more!

Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,

That he which hath no stomach to this fight,

Let him depart; his passport shall be made,

And crowns for convoy put into his purse;

We would not die in that man's company

That fears his fellowship to die with us.

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.

He that shall live this day, and see old age,

Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,

And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian.'

Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,

And say 'These wounds I had on Crispian's day.'

Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,

But he'll remember, with advantages,

What feats he did that day...

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.

A word or two from Shakespeare.

Get thee to a cattery:

Why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners?

I am myself indifferent honest;

But yet I could accuse me of such things that it were better my mother had not borne me:

I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in,

Imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in.

What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven?

We are arrant knaves, all; believe none of us.

Go thy ways to a cattery.

Where's your father?

You both have to much time on your hands!!

You both have to much time on your hands!!

I agree. We both should be bard.

"There comes a tide in the affairs of men, which, taken at the flood leads on to fame and fortune!"

Attack, Demons!

Knock over all the pretty ones in one fell swoop !

"You cannot run away from a weakness; you must sometimes fight it out or perish. And if that be so, why not now, and where you stand?"

-Robert Louis Stevenson