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).
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