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• This England never did, nor never shall, Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King John -- Act v, Sc. 7...
• T is strange that death should sing. I am the cygnet to this pale faint swa
  Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death, And from the organ-pipe of frailty sings His soul and body to their lasting rest....
• Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them.
  Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true....
• I come not To hear such flattery now, and in my presence.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VIII -- Act v, Sc. 3...
• My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Richard III -- Act v, Sc. 3...
• Pray you now, forget and forgive. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Lear -- Act iv, Sc. 7
• Every subject's duty is the king's; but every subject's soul is his own.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry V -- Act iv, Sc. 1...
• Mocking the air with colours idly spread. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King John -- Act v, Sc.
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• The early village cock Hath twice done salutation to the morn.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Richard III -- Act v, Sc. 3...