I'll not budge an inch.

Ay, every inch a king

All the infections that the sun sucks upFrom bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make himBy inch-meal a disease!

I am in earnest - I will not equivocate - I will not excuse - I will not retreat a single inch- and I will be heard!

The worst is not,So long as we can say, "This is the worst."

Things may serve long, but not serve ever.