In Flanders fields the poppies blow / Between the crosses, row on row, / That mark our place; … / If ye break faith with us who die / We shall not sleep, though poppies grow / In Flanders fields.
He was seen drinking on duty.
They kepe them in theyr holdes, Lyke henherted cokoldes.
‘When I was a little child … the cardinal brought me a doll. It was an image of myself, in a robe all broidered over with the arms of England and France.’
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