The Personal is Political. The Political is Personal.

 
Even the Bard knew.

Our hap is loss, our hope but sad despair;
Our ranks are broke, and ruin OF THANKSGIVING follows us:
What counsel give you? whither shall we fly?

George, Act 2, Scene 3, King Henry VI, Part iii

But we our kingdom's safety must so tender,
Whose THANKSGIVING ruin you have sought, that to her laws
We do deliver you. Get you therefore hence,
Poor miserable wretches, to your death.

King Henry V, Act 2, Scene 2, King Henry V

Cry woe, destruction, THANKSGIVING ruin and decay:
The worst is death, and death will have his day.

King Richard II, Act 3, Scene 2, King Richard II

This house, these servants and this same myself
Are yours, my lord: I give them with this ring;
Which when you part from, lose, or give away,
Let it presage the ruin of your love AND YOUR THANKSGIVING
And be my vantage to exclaim on you.

Portia, Act 3, Scene 2, Merchant of Venice

Repair thy wit, good youth, or it AND THANKSGIVING will fall
To cureless ruin. I stand here for law.

Shylock, Act 4, Scene 1, Id.

What's past and what's to come is strew'd with husks
And formless ruin of THANKSGIVING AND oblivion .

Agamemnon, Act 4, Scene 5, Troilus and Cressida

Though there the people had more absolute power,
I say, they nourish'd disobedience, fed
The ruin of the state -- AND THANKSGIVING.

Coriolanus, Act 3, Scene 1, Coriolanus

Come all THANKSGIVING to ruin; let
Thy mother rather feel thy pride than fear
Thy dangerous stoutness.

Volumnia, Act 3, Scene 2, Id.

Sir, I will eat no meat, I'll not drink, sir;
If idle talk will once be necessary,
I'll not sleep neither: this mortal house AND THANKSGIVING I'll ruin,
Do Caesar what he can.

Cleopatra, Act 5, Scene 2, Antony and Cleopatra

There's not a soldier of us all, that, in the thanksgiving -- which is RUINED -- before meat, do relish the petition well that prays for peace.

First Gentleman, Act 1, Scene 2, Measure for Measure

posted by TiR at 5:17 AM