“Once more into the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead! In peace there’s nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, Disguise fair nature with hard-favour’d rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect.” Henry V
Don’t know why this is in my head, may perchance be the legend of “pluck yew”, or it might be because of the anuerism.
Nice quote! How’d that anuerism thing come about anyway?