William Shakespeare

Fight till the last gasp.

Fight till the last gasp.

Come, let's have one other gaudy night. Call to me. All my sad captains. Fill our bowls once more. Let's read more

Come, let's have one other gaudy night. Call to me. All my sad captains. Fill our bowls once more. Let's mock the midnight bell.

The woosel cock so black of hue,
With orange-tawny bill,
The throstle with his note so true,
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The woosel cock so black of hue,
With orange-tawny bill,
The throstle with his note so true,
The wren with little quill--
. . . .
The finch, the sparrow, and the lark,
The plain-song cuckoo grey,
Whose note full many a man doth mark,
And dares not answer nay.

There shall be in England seven halfpenny loaves sold for a
penny; the three-hooped pot shall have ten hoops; read more

There shall be in England seven halfpenny loaves sold for a
penny; the three-hooped pot shall have ten hoops; and I will make
it felony to drink small beer.

He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat; it ever changes
with the next block.

He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat; it ever changes
with the next block.