a switch got flipped inside my head and i now enjoy shakespeare's sonnets

[Eulogy]

or maybe i'm just being overtaken by the gay. i don't know.

No more be grieved at that which thou hast done:
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud;
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
All men make faults, and even I in this,
Authorizing thy trespass with compare,
Myself corrupting, salving thy amiss,
Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are;
For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense—
Thy adverse party is thy advocate—
And 'gainst myself a lawful plea commence;
Such civil war is in my love and hate
That I an accessory needs must be
To that sweet thief which sourly robs me.

[BumbleBeeMouth]

Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
A dagger of the mind, a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
I see thee yet, in form as palpable
As this which now I draw.
Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going;
And such an instrument I was to use.
Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses,
Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still,
And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood,
Which was not so before. There's no such thing:
It is the bloody business which informs
Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one halfworld
Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse
The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates
Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder,
Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf,
Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace.
With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design
Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth,
Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
Thy very stones prate of my whereabout,
And take the present horror from the time,
Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives:
Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.

A bell rings
I go, and it is done; the bell invites me.
Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell
That summons thee to heaven or to hell.

[???]

turbolol at similar thread

[wHATcOLOR]

wasn't it winston churchill who once said "love looks not with the eyes, but iwth the mind" ?

[I'm Hardcore]

i'd say you're being overtaken by the gay, in this instance

[twice]

I'd be a dog, a monkey, or a bear,
Or anything but that vain animal,
Who is so proud of being rational

[spring]

Who will believe my verse in time to come,
If it were fill'd with your most high deserts?
Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb
Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts.
If I could write the beauty of your eyes,
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would say 'This poet lies;
Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.'
So should my papers, yellow'd with their age,
Be scorn'd, like old men of less truth than tongue,
And your true rights be term'd a poet's rage
And stretched metre of an antique song:


But were some child of yours alive that time,

You should live twice, in it, and in my rhyme

[pale blue eyes]

I found that stuff to be quite nice once it was not being forced on me in an English class.

[Mayfuck]

I'm quite proud of being rational.

[???]

Originally Posted by spring

Who will believe my verse in time to come,
If it were fill'd with your most high deserts?
Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb
Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts.
If I could write the beauty of your eyes,
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would say 'This poet lies;
Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.'
So should my papers, yellow'd with their age,
Be scorn'd, like old men of less truth than tongue,
And your true rights be term'd a poet's rage
And stretched metre of an antique song:


But were some child of yours alive that time,

You should live twice, in it, and in my rhyme

that's not shakespeare, surely?

only the last two lines did anything for me

[TuralyonW3]

You know me I smoke a blunt while I'm gettin brain
Stick my finger in her butt while I'm gettin brain.
Yea Im nasty bitch what lil' wayne.
I like them macced up lips and two tongue rings
I gotta sit im the president I run thangs.
Now all these hoes tryin to save a niggas cum stains.
Real talk, I get head on the airplane.
Bitch be climbin' all over that lil chair mayne.
I pull her hair back, she holler yea back
I like a bitch with some lips like a bear trap.
And I dont mind going down I take care of that.
I have homie at home like where she at?
She with me in my bad ass ride
Givin me a blowjob like a nine to five.
She say she eat her vegetables so she stay alive.
So she slob on my nob, like corn on the cob.

[???]

that is fucking POOR

[wally]

I am certainly not one of those who need to be prodded. In fact, if anything, I am the prod.

[TuralyonW3]

Originally Posted by ???

that is fucking POOR

well it's no shakespeare but hey...

[Eulogy]

Originally Posted by pale blue eyes

I found that stuff to be quite nice once it was not being forced on me in an English class.

see, this might be the opposite for me. i love my british literature professor. and she put a whole new spin on this one:

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no, it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

i always just thought it was "blah blah love doesn't end blahblah." but she presented it to us as a pissy response to a lover who says she's changed/fallen out of love, whatever. makes it a lot cooler, in my opinion.