Self-Roast
If thou canst love a fellow of this temper,
whose face is not worth sun-burning,
that never looks in his glass for love of any thing he sees there…
-Henry V,
Act V, Scene ii

If thou canst love a fellow of this temper,
whose face is not worth sun-burning,
that never looks in his glass for love of any thing he sees there…
-Henry V,
Act V, Scene ii

These fellows of infinite tongue,
that can rhyme themselves into ladies’ favours,
they do always reason themselves out again.
-Henry V,
Act V, Scene ii

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more!
–Henry V,
Act III, Scene i

I would give all my fame for a pot of ale, and safety.
— Henry V,
Act III, Scene ii

That’s a valiant flea that dare
eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion.
–Henry V,
Act III, Scene vii

O, for a muse of fire, that would ascend
The brightest heaven of invention.
–Henry V,
Prologue
May the Force Be With You

Men of few words are the best men.
–Henry V,
Act III, Scene ii