| | | Tobi Jasicki |
And you, good yeoman, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot: Follow your spirit, and upon this charge: Cry 'God for Harry, England, and Saint George!' from Henry V by William Shakespeare As Always, Eric http://speedorex.blogspot.com/ https://groups.google.com/forum/#!forum/omnisporthttps://groups.yahoo.com/neo/groups/Triathletepix/info -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "omnisport" group. To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an email to [email protected]. To view this discussion on the web visit https://groups.google.com/d/msgid/omnisport/436658109.526794.1587545207958%40mail.yahoo.com.
