I believe some of Shakespeare's first sonnets were written or addressed to the then Earl (or whatever he was) of Southampton, and it would be great to get somebody along to one of the meetings where we could have a good old sort out of some of Shakespeare's stuff. Fling all the members into a forelorn hope in 'Once More Unto the Breech Dear Friends', or take the micky out of 'The Staff Officer', gentle their condition wirh the 'Crispin Day Spech', or just compare them to a summers day. The possibilities are endless,
We could even argue that Shakespeare was a spin doctor in having the guys yell 'God for Harry, England and Saint George' when he had them make like 'greyhounds in the slips' - after all, what did he know about dog racing: Neither Harringey or the White City held dog races in his day.
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