Then, England's ground, farewell; sweet soil, adieu,
My mother, and my nurse, that bears me yet!
Where e'er I wander, boast of this I can:
Though banished, yet a true-born Englishman.
The Tragedy of King Richard the Second (1595)
Then, England's ground, farewell; sweet soil, adieu,
My mother, and my nurse, that bears me yet!
Where e'er I wander, boast of this I can:
Though banished, yet a true-born Englishman.
The Tragedy of King Richard the Second (1595)