I charge thee, fling away ambition:

By that sin fell the angels.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.

I do not love thee, Doctor Fell,

The reason why I cannot tell;

But this alone I know full well,

I do not love thee, Doctor Fell.

Tom Brown (1663-1704): Laconics.

Great Caesar fell.

O, what a fall was there, my countrymen!

Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,

Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Julius Caesar. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Great Caesar fell.

O, what a fall was there, my countrymen!

Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,

Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Julius Caesar. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Of no distemper, of no blast he died,

But fell like autumn fruit that mellow'd long,—

Even wonder'd at, because he dropp'd no sooner.

Fate seem'd to wind him up for fourscore years,

Yet freshly ran he on ten winters more;

Till like a clock worn out with eating time,

The wheels of weary life at last stood still.

John Dryden (1631-1701): oedipus. Act iv. Sc. 1.

Gashed with honourable scars,

Low in Glory's lap they lie;

Though they fell, they fell like stars,

Streaming splendour through the sky.

James Montgomery (1771-1854): The Battle of Alexandria.

My fell of hair

Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir

As life were in 't: I have supp'd full with horrors.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 5.

That no compunctious visitings of nature

Shake my fell purpose.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 5.

What, all my pretty chickens and their dam

At one fell swoop?

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3.

Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3.