" King:
This day is call'd the feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
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 Crispian'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 rememb'red.
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."
~William Shakespeare, 1599
This day is call'd the feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
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 Crispian'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 rememb'red.
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."
~William Shakespeare, 1599
Probably one of my most favorite Speeches in Shakespeare. If your Wondering Yeah, I'm going to try to start Every post of this blog, With a Quote.
School is long, probably longer than long cat...and we all know that long cat is looooooooooong.
I really can't wait til Its over, than I can find a job...oh yes, I get to earn money, mmm money...lets me buy stuffs and what not.
Really School has been most interesting recently, I really hate it how you meet people near the end of the semester when you can't spend as much time with them as you like...it bothers me...but not the people.
This Semester started drab and boring...but than as time went on things got....interesting, Everything exploded and all went back together..it wasn't til two weeks ago did I decide to try to be a Casanova again.
Oh Wow really what was I thinking...a few days ago I had a few girls actually fight over me...that never really happens....it was funny....but doesn't really happen...Though a good thing came from all this. But that good thing is a trade secret...It will most likely be posted at a later date.
Hah Intrigued are we?
Your not going to find out no matter what I'm a quiet person I don't spill the beans..
Alright well thats enough for today I have to go pick up a Tux for Prom.
Catch you all later!
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