Branagh's Henry V
and to calligraphy in one's journal these words:
What's he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin;
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
(the entire speech can be found: here.)
Non Nobis Domine Non Nobis Sed Nomini Tuo Da Gloriam
(Not To Us, O Lord, Not To Us, But To Your Name Give Glory)
and to calligraphy in one's journal these words:
What's he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin;
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
(the entire speech can be found: here.)
Non Nobis Domine Non Nobis Sed Nomini Tuo Da Gloriam
(Not To Us, O Lord, Not To Us, But To Your Name Give Glory)
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