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This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered- We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition; And gentlemen in England now-a-bed Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.

-=Henry V, Act 4, Scene 3=-

Christoffer Waye

34 years old

MY TEXTS, Archive 50 Texts

The Warmth Of A Resurection (2) - 2006-05-07
Like a Withered Rose (1) - 2006-05-04
Hope is like a fading candle (2) - 2006-05-02
Left me to die (2) - 2006-04-29
How you could say that you loved me to (2) - 2006-04-27
In sadness you leave us now (2) - 2006-04-24
Silenced by hatred fierce (3) - 2006-04-24
With dying breaths we shall speak (1) - 2006-03-13
The day of Love - 2006-02-14
The Christmas Cheer (2) - 2005-12-14

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