I started to read the complete works of Shakespeare – and why wouldn’t I? But it’s a long way to go.
“Glory is like a circle in the water,
which never ceaseth to enlarge itself,
Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to naught.
With Henry’s death the English circle ends;
Dispersed are the glories it included.” (Shakespeare, p.4).
“Is this the Talbot, so much fear’d abroad,
That with his name the mothers still their babes?” (Shakespeare, p.9).
“This late dissension grown betwixt the peers,
Burns under feigned ashes of forged love,
And will at last break out into a flame.” (Shakespeare, p.15).