"For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game’s afoot: Follow your spirit, and upon this charge Cry ‘God for Harry, England, and Saint George!’"
- William Shakespeare, Henry V
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers. For he today that sheds his blood with me shall be my brother,
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.