“By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap,
To pluck bright honor from the pale-fac’d moon,
Or dive into the bottom of the deep,
Where fathom-line could never touch the ground,
And pluck up drowned honor by the locks,
So he that doth redeem her thence might wear
Without corrival all her dignities;
But out upon this half-fac’d fellowship!”
Hotspur in 1 Henry 4 I.iii.200-
It was the first two lines, but why stop?
“By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap,
To pluck bright honor from the pale-fac’d moon”
#Shakespeare
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Born and raised in a small town in East Texas, Kramer Wetzel spent years honing his craft in a trailer park in South Austin. He hates writing about himself in third person. More at KramerWetzel.com.
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