Rules:
* Grab the book nearest you. Right now.
* Turn to page 56.
* Find the fifth sentence.
* Post that sentence (plus one or two others if you like) along with these instructions on your blog or (if you do not have your own blog) in the comments section of this blog.
*Post a link along with your post back to this blog.
* Don't dig for your favorite book, the coolest, the most intellectual. Use the CLOSEST.
Taken from Henry V, King Henry is speaking
Tis not the balm, the sceptre, and the ball, the sword, the mace, the crown imperial, the intertissued robe of gold and pearl, the farced title running 'fore the king, the throne he sits on nor the tide of pomp that beats upon the high shore of this world-no, not all these, thrice-gorgeous Ceremony, not all these, laid in bed majestical, can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave who with a body filled and vacant mind gets him to rest, crammed with distressed bread.
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