Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more.
When awesome ascent meets feet,
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.
Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit to his full height.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game's afoot.
On, on, you noblest runners.
Shakespeare is rolling over in his grave.