Christopher Marlowe

Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.

Accursed be he that first invented war.

Virtue is the fount whence honour springs.

I don't think they're going to pay me to play Mufasa.

To this wonderful page in our country's history another more glorious still will be added, and the slave shall show at last to his free brothers a sharpened sword forged from the links of his fetters.

Orators are most vehement when their cause is weak.