Sound trumpets! Let our bloody colours wave! And either victory, or else a grave.
And either victory, or else a grave.
Then with the losers let it sympathize, For nothing can seem foul to those that win.
Now the time is come, That France must veil her lofty-plumed crest, And let her head fall into England's lap.
I came, saw, and overcame.
Experience teacheth us That resolution 's a sole help at need: And this, my lord, our honour teacheth us, That we be bold in every enterprise: Then since there is no way, but fight or die, Be resolute, my lord, for victory.
To whom God will, there be the victory.
These sudden joys have sudden endings. They burn up in victory like fire and gunpowder.