This sceptred isle
This pub, built by nature herself
This happy breed of misogynistic men
This little world, this precious bar set in a silver sea
Which serves in it the office of the wall
Or as a moat defensive to a house
Against the envy of less happier bars
This blessed plot, this pub, this RED LION!
These my friends, are the words Shakespeare intended to write.
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