I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking; so full of valor that they smote the air, for breathing in their faces, beat the ground for kissing of their feet.
William ShakespeareThis wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy, this Senior Junior, giant dwarf...Cupid.
William ShakespeareHis jest will savour but of shallow wit, When thousands weep, more than did laugh at it.
William Shakespearein that small [time] most greatly lived this star of England: Fortune made his sword, By which the world's best garden he achiev'd And left it to his son imperial lord. Henry the Sixth, in infant bands crown'd King of France and England did this King succeed; Whose state so many of had the managing, That they lost France and made his England bleed.
William Shakespeare