William Shakespeare on Memorial Day
1564–1616 England
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To reap the harvest of perpetual peace,
By this one bloody trial of sharp war.
I’ll make thee eat iron like an ostrich, and swallow my sword like a great pin.
I am a soldier and unapt to weep
Or to exclaim on fortune's fickleness.
O Lord, that lends me life, Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness!
He has been bred i’ th’ wars
Since he could draw a sword.
My sword should shed hot blood, mine eyes no tears.
Full bravely hast thou flesh’d
Thy maiden sword.
Our strong arms be our conscience, swords our law.
The sword is out
That must destroy thee.
I would make him eat a piece of my sword.
Fie, my Lord, fie! a soldier, and afear'd?
Never yet did base dishonour blur our name
But with our sword we wiped away the blot.
I have seen the day, with my good biting falchion
I would have made them skip.
Hippolyta, I woo’d thee with my sword
And won thy love doing thee injuries.
Come, and get thee a sword, though made of a lath.
I, that with my sword
Quartered the world.
I will not fight with a pole, like a northern man. I’ll slash, I’ll do it by the sword.
I drunk him to his bed,
Then put my tires and mantles on him, whilst
I wore his sword Philippan.
He is a soldier fit to stand by Cæsar
And give direction.
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Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: William Shakespeare (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.