THE SPEECH of all time

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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Henry V- Shakespeare

Valentines

Hey everyone!

With all of this valentine cheer going around, it reminds me that Love is really what encompasses our world. It says in 1st Corinthians 13, the last verse ... "And now these three remain, faith, hope, and love, but the greatest of these is Love." Love is everywhere, whether it is Love of a good thing or a bad. if you sin, you love that sin, or you love something that caused you to sin. For example, if you steal a car, then you have a great love of that car. Everything is caused by love, as Dante would say also. Love encompesas our reality, it is in us, and outside of us, constantly at work, constantly in work.

Also, this week, it has reminded me that Jesus says" Love the Lord your God with all of your heart soul, and mind" and also "Love your neighbor as your self" the action being "LOVE" in both of those. Love is a big concept and it ecomes bigger and harder to underestand when you speak English, for we use love everywhere... I love God, I love french fries. They are definitly NOT the same kind of love, but they have the same word, and that can create some difficutlies. It helps when you talk about the different types of love, such as Phileo love, etc. but it is a hard concept. With this I leave you, that you might think about this in the upcoming week! Have a good weeek everyone one! God Bless!.