Advance, our standards!
Set upon our foes!
Our ancient word of courage,
fair Saint George,
Inspire us with the
spleen of fiery dragons!
Upon them! Victory sits
on our helmets.
(King Richard)
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You demi-puppets that
By moonshine do the green
sour ringlets make,
Whereof the ewe not bites;
and you whose pastime
is to make midnight
mushrooms, that rejoice
to hear the solemn curfew
(Tempest)
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