William Shakespeare

Those, that with haste will make a mighty fire,
Begin it with weak straws.

Those, that with haste will make a mighty fire,
Begin it with weak straws.

Therefore, friends,
As far as to the sepulchre of Christ--
Whose soldier now, under whose blessed cross
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Therefore, friends,
As far as to the sepulchre of Christ--
Whose soldier now, under whose blessed cross
We are impressed and engaged to fight--
Fourthwith a power of English shall we levy,
Whose arms were moulded in their mother's womb
To chase these pagans in those holy fields
Over whose acres walked those blessed feet
Which fourteen hundred years ago were nailed
For our advantage on the bitter cross.

Oh what a goodly outside falsehood hath!

Oh what a goodly outside falsehood hath!

Now, good my lord,
Let there be some more test made of my mettle
Before so noble read more

Now, good my lord,
Let there be some more test made of my mettle
Before so noble and so great a figure
Be stamped upon it.

Boils and plagues
Plaster you o'er, that you may be abhorr'd
Further than seen, . . .

Boils and plagues
Plaster you o'er, that you may be abhorr'd
Further than seen, . . .