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Act IV: Scene III: line 41 Henry V (page 126 my version)

He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a-tiptoe when this day is name, 
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall see this day , and live old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbors
And say, "Tomorrow is Saint Crispian."
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars
And say, "These wounds I had on Crispin's day."
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words--
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester--
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered--
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he today that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition.
And gentlemen in England, now abed,
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here;
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.

Act 1: Scene 5: line 165 Hamlet (page 64 my version)

There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

Act 1: Scene 2: line 159 Hamlet (page 173 my version)

Good night, sweet Prince,
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest

Act 2: Scene 2: Romeo and Juliet.

Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!
Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest!

A neat combination of the last two quotes someone showed me once.

Good night, sweet Prince (ess),
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest
Sleep dwell upon thine eyese, peace in thy breast!
Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest!

• a quote from Henry V--William Shakespeare

  O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention, A kingdom for a stage, princes to act, And monarchs to behold the swelling scene! Then should the warlike Harry, like himself, Assume the port of Mars; and at his heels, Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword, and fire, Crouch for employment. But pardon, gentles all, The flat unraised spirits that hath dar'd On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth So great an object. Can this cockpit hold The vasty fields of France? Or may we cram Within this wooden O the very casques That did affright the air at Agincourt?