Now, ye familiar spirits that are culled Out of the powerful legions under earth, Help me this once, that France may get the field.

A sceptre snatched with an unruly hand Must be as boisterously maintained as gained, And he that stands upon a slippery place Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up.

But ere we could arrive the point proposed, Caesar cried, 'Help me, Cassius, or I sink!'

What's gone and what's past help should be past grief

'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, But to support him after

'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, but to support them after.