William Shakespeare

If but a dozen French
Were there in arms, they would be as a call
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If but a dozen French
Were there in arms, they would be as a call
To train ten thousand English to their side,
Or as a little snow, tumbled about,
Anon becomes a mountain.

Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.

Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.

Master, go on, and I will follow thee
To the last gasp with truth and loyalty.

Master, go on, and I will follow thee
To the last gasp with truth and loyalty.

That it may please you leave these sad designs
To him that hath most cause to be a mourner,
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That it may please you leave these sad designs
To him that hath most cause to be a mourner,
And presently repair to Crosby House;
Where--after I have solemnly interred
At Chertsey monast'ry with noble king--
And wet his grave with my repentant tears--
I will with all expedient duty see you.

I would give all my fame for a pot of ale and safety. -King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 2.

I would give all my fame for a pot of ale and safety. -King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 2.