Even at the turning o' the tide.
King Henry V. Act ii. Sc. 3.
His nose was as sharp as a pen, and a' babbled of green fields.
King Henry V. Act ii. Sc. 3.
As cold as any stone.
King Henry V. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin
As self-neglecting.
King Henry V. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more,