William Shakespeare

When they him spy,
As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye,
Or russet-pated choughs, many in read more

When they him spy,
As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye,
Or russet-pated choughs, many in sort,
Rising and cawing at the gun's report,
Sever themselves and madly sweep the sky;
So at his sight away his fellows fly,
And at our stamp here o'er and o'er one falls;
He murder cries and help from Athens calls.

Tetchy and wayward. -King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 4.

Tetchy and wayward. -King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 4.

I'll potch at him some way;
Or wrath or craft may get him.

I'll potch at him some way;
Or wrath or craft may get him.

Ay, gentle Thurio, for you know that love
Wilt creep in service where it cannot go.

Ay, gentle Thurio, for you know that love
Wilt creep in service where it cannot go.

Fight till the last gasp.

Fight till the last gasp.