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• A foutre for the world and worldlings base! I speak of Africa and golden joys.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act v, Sc. 3...
• We few, we happy few, we band of brothers. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry V -- Act iv, Sc.
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• But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry V -- Act iv, Sc. 3...
• Falstaff. What wind blew you hither, Pistol? Pistol.
  Not the ill wind which blows no man to good. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act v, Sc....
• Then shall our names, Familiar in his mouth Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter, Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,-- Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry V -- Act iv, Sc. 3...
• His cares are now all ended. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act v, Sc. 2
• That 's a perilous shot out of an elder-gun. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry V -- Act iv, Sc.
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• Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act v, Sc.
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• Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry V -- Act iv, Sc.
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