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23 Apr 20
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King Henry V:
What’s he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin:
If we are mark’d to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God’s will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires:
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England:
God’s peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more, methinks, would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made
And crowns for convoy put into his purse:
We would not die in that man’s company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say ‘To-morrow is Saint Crispian:’
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
And say ‘These wounds I had on Crispin’s day.’
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he’ll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day: then shall our names.
Familiar in his mouth as household words
Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember’d.
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 remember’d;
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 accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.
King Henry V:
What’s he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin:
If we are mark’d to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God’s will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires:
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England:
God’s peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more, methinks, would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made
And crowns for convoy put into his purse:
We would not die in that man’s company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say ‘To-morrow is Saint Crispian:’
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
And say ‘These wounds I had on Crispin’s day.’
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he’ll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day: then shall our names.
Familiar in his mouth as household words
Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember’d.
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 remember’d;
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 accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.
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He is needed again to defeat the Coronavirus
If he wants to put in another appearance, now would be a good time |
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He does not have to bother wearing his armour or anything
Just lots PPE protection is what we need |
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Hoy, George, leave that dragon alone
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Bravo !!
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A DAY TO TAKE BACK OUR FREEDOM ?
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If it walks like a Coop, talks like a Coop and smells like a Coop......then it's a Coop !
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Open the Pubs !
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Open all businesses !
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.....before it's too late.
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happy st georges day.
open the cans ! |
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Moderation is best.....I'm not drinking anything alcoholic till 7pm.
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happy st georges day to everyone. dont be frightened to be proud
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I'll stick with Saint Edmund.
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Poor man's St. David's Day.
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https://twitter.com/billy_racist/status/1253298530464288769/photo/1
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England GDP : $41,030 per person
Wales GDP : £19,002 per person |
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To St. George!
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Both in Dollars :
England GDP : $41,030 per person Wales GDP : $23,370 per person |
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tt...... for St. George !
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Happy St Georges Day!
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^ You disrespecting our Flag mate ?
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We ruled 75% of the world and still do ......but now we have to keep it below the radar (soft power)
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The poll, which has had almost 184,000 votes from across the world, has listed the Welsh flag (at the time of writing on February 28) as the coolest national flag on the entire planet - jumping from third place to first in the past few days.
https://www.dailypost.co.uk/whats-on/arts-culture-news/welsh-flag-been-voted-one-15873712  |
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^ Just because it has a pictorial representation of an animal(though a fantasy) which is bound to put it ahead of very abstract any patterns.
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https://www.miltonkeynes.co.uk/news/crime/milton-keynes-couple-called-nazis-and-have-50-bags-dog-poo-thrown-their-garden-celebrating-st-georges-day-2547967
Milton Keynes couple called 'Nazis' and have 50 bags of dog poo thrown in their garden for celebrating St George's Day A husband and wife have been called 'Nazis' and bombarded with dog poo for marking St George's Day and supporting the NHS.  |
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St. George was Turkish . Never set foot in England .
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well that makes it ok to throw sh1te in somebodys garden then.thanks for clearing that one up.
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what makes it ok ?
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