A curse shall light upon the limbs of men
Domestic fury and fierce civil strife shall cumber all
The parts of Italy
Blood and destruction shall be so in use,
And dreadful objects so familiar,
That mothers shall but smile when they behold
Their infants quartered with the hands of war,
All pity choked with custom of fell deeds,
And Caesars spirit ranging for revenge
come hot from Hell, with Ate by his side
Shall in these confines with a monarchs voice cry havoc!
And let slip the dogs of war !!!!
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men groaning for burial.
Founder
Ancient Order of the 1895 Winchester
"Come, shall we go and kill us venison?
And yet it irks me the poor dappled fools,
Being native burghers of this desert city,
Should in their own confines with forked heads
Have their round haunches gored."
WS
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