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When, in disgrace with fortune
and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my
bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends
possessed.
Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I mose enjoy contented least,
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising.
Haply I think on thee and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heavens gate;
For the sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
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shaking a speare
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hey, bill
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oE
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willie with the shakes..'Sup?
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pipedream
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which sonnet was that where Shakes talks about his lady love- you 'aint hot stuff but now you are 'cause i'm a)immortalising you in my words and b) i love/admire/crush on ya nohow? twenty something, methinks..
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once again
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Sonnet 130
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know,
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare,
As any she belied with false compare.
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ah..such erotic music..he loves and damns all in the same breath..and yet..and yet..if a woman spoke with such heresy and abandon It would unwind me with a riot! of unprintable desires..shakespeare..was really a baad man..fill the the tombs of amy ears finally with something real.
and lover let the fire leap from your cherubic lips and flail me upon loves spiked bed..i will be a tool for your torture..here is the plain of my passion..write your conquests your depredations here!!! okay getting really carried away..and now I will stop my impersonation of a fop and ah casually walk away..looking somewhat bemused..aloof..yeah..
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'Ey ah chief! You're a little FUGEZI, eh!?
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pipedream
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fugezi?
its 130, thank you very muchly, once again :)
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oldephebe
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wow..that was a nice peice..thank you for citing it..i'd run across it 'till tonight..gotta purchase a shakespere compendium or something
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thank you. i love these sonnets. i think sonnets are not so much a lost art as one that can't be improved. not to say that people still can't write great sonnets, but what can you do against shakespeare?
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nothing at all but but drink in the music of his unmatched genious
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pipedream
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hahha nothing much, just kinda salaam to the shadow?
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