The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

Who, busied in his majesty, surveys
The singing masons building roofs of gold,
The civil citizens kneading up the honey,
The poor mechanic porters crowding in
Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate,
The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum,
Delivering o’er to executors pale
The lazy yawning drone.
‘Henry V’ (1599) act 1, sc. 2, l. 187
King Henry: What treasure, uncle?
Exeter: Tennis-balls, my liege.
‘Henry V’ (1599) act 1, sc. 2, l. 258
His present and your pains we thank you for:
When we have matched our rackets to these balls,
We will in France, by God’s grace, play a set
Shall strike his father’s crown into the hazard.
‘Henry V’ (1599) act 1, sc. 2, l. 260
Now all the youth of England are on fire,
And silken dalliance in the wardrobe lies;
Now thrive the armourers, and honour’s thought
Reigns solely in the breast of every man:
They sell the pasture now to buy the horse,
Following the mirror of all Christian kings,
With wingéd heels, as English Mercuries.
For now sits Expectation in the air
And hides a sword from hilts unto the point
With crowns imperial, crowns and coronets,
Promised to Harry and his followers.
‘Henry V’ (1599) act 2, chorus, l. 1
O England! model to thy inward greatness,
Like little body with a mighty heart,
What might’st thou do, that honour would thee do,
Were all thy children kind and natural!
But see thy fault!
‘Henry V’ (1599) act 2, chorus, l. 16
I dare not fight; but I will wink and hold out mine iron.
‘Henry V’ (1599) act 2, sc. 1, l. [7]
For, lambkins, we will live.
‘Henry V’ (1599) act 2, sc. 1, l. [134]
Would I were with him, wheresome’er he is, either in heaven or in hell.