Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Or close the wall up with our English dead. #AFLDogsCrows
Men at some time are masters of their fates. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings. #AFLDogsCrows
True hope is swift and flies with swallow’s wings. Kings it makes gods and meaner creatures kings. #AFLDogsCrows
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
#AFLDogsCrows
Cry 'Havoc!' and let slip the Dogs... #AFLDogsCrows
Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man. A plague o' both your houses! #AFLDogsCrows
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