Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this son of York;

Clifford's Tower, Tower Street, York, Yorkshire, YO1

And all the clouds, that lour’d upon our house,

Richard III Museum, Goodramgate, York, Yorkshire, YO1

In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.

Constantine the Great, York Minster, York, Yorkshire, YO1

Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;

Printer's Devil, Stonegate, The Shambles, York, Yorkshire, YO1

Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;

All Saints The Pavement, High Ousegate, York, Yorkshire, YO1

Our stern alarums chang’d to merry meetings,

Gargoyle, Coney Street, York, Yorkshire, YO1

Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.

York Minster, Chapter House Street, York, Yorkshire, YO1

From William Shakespeare’s Richard III (1591)


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