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Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying!
Falstaff: 'Henry IV, Part 1' act 5, sc. 4
There is a man
Who would be a king. This is such stuff
As past dreams would make his many morrows
That he, Princeling, may strut upon life's stage
As one with pride.
Yet this is a man
Who must know a past. That is the stage
As present nightmare on which he played so sad a part
That he, Pretender, needs now attend our co...
Thursday 27th June 2019 3:42 pm
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