Wars of the Roses

"I know of no one in the realm who would not more fitly to come to me than I to him."

"By God's blood, thy father slew mine, and so will I do thee and all thy kin."

"Who that woll make ony more lette hym seke other bookis kynge Arthure or of sir Launcelot and sir Trystrams; for this was drawen by a knyght presoner, sir Thomas Malleoré, that God send him good recover."

"Men look after they wot not what, but men buy harness fast; the King's menial men and the Duke of Clarence's are many in this town."

"Somewhat musing And more mourning, In remembering Th’unsteadfastness; This world being Of such wheeling, Me contrarying, What may I guess?I fear, doubtless, Remediless Is now to seize My woeful chance; For unkindness, Withoutenless, And no redress, Me doth advance.With displeasure, To my grievance, And no surance Of remedy; Lo, in this trance, Now in substance, Such is my dance, Willing to die.Methinks truly Bounden am I, And that greatly, To be content; Seeing plainly Fortune doth wry All contrary From mine intent.My life was lent Me to one intent. It is nigh spent. Welcome Fortune! But I ne went Thus to be shent But she it meant: Such is her won."

"The first thing we do, ."

"England hath long been mad and scarred herself, The brother blindly shed the brother’s blood, The father rashly slaughtered his own son, The son, compelled, been butcher to the sire; All this divided York and Lancaster."

"The joyning of the Red-Rose with the White, Did set our State into a Damask plight."

"Above, below, the rose of snow, Twined with her blushing foe, we spread: The bristled boar in infant-gore Wallows beneath the thorny shade."