Book: Richard III

Britain was mad long
Itself causing blows:
Brother in the blindness have shed the brother's blood,
Dad arms raised at his son,
The son was impelled to parricide.

After all conscience - nonsense. About her repeat only cowards,
Straschaya those who are brave and who is strong.
Fist - we conscience, the sword - that is our law.

Unite winged hope
One will hundreds of our wills, -
King it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.

No, do not swear in the future: because it -
The curse of evil, as made in the past.

Speeches true to no embellishments.

What's done cannot be changed.
Sometimes we act without regard,
Regret their actions later.

Suffer, suffer Oh, eighty years:
Each bright hour - week troubles.

As rocks, as dumb idols
Staring at each other, paling.
I began to blame them, asked the mayor,
What means their obstinate silence;
He said the people of the speeches, they say, are not used
Accustomed to, like, Herald it to listen.

How terrible the world is! Evil goes ahead,
And everyone is silent, the water gaining in the mouth.

We fleeting favors human
Vsystem, forgetting the Lord's mercy.

Ah, Prince, you in your youth innocent
Everyday lies still not recognize.
In appearance you judge people,
But God knows that the appearance and soul
In accord with each other too rarely.

People owns fear.
Now you're with whoever spoke, -
You look haggard and full of fear.

Blackest ingratitude
To complain to heaven: giving us the life of a loan,
It to charge right.

If a person wants to live well, right to himself to get along, he has no conscience to do.