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When forty winters shall besiege thy brow

When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty’s field,
Thy youth’s proud livery, so gaz’d on now,
Will be a tatter’d weed, of small worth held:
Then being ask’d where all thy beauty lies,
Where all the treasure of thy lusty days,
To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes,
Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise.
How much more praise deserv’d thy beauty’s use,
If thou couldst answer, ‘This fair child of mine
Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse,’
Proving his beauty by succession thine!
This were to be new made when thou art old,
And see thy blood warm when thou feel’st it
cold.


I CAN SUCK MELANCHOLY OUT OF A SONG AS A WEASEL SUCKS EGGS.

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BUT WHATE’ER YOU ARE

THAT IN THIS DESERT INACCESSIBLE,

UNDER THE SHADE OF MELANCHOLY BOUGHS,

LOSE AND NEGLECT THE CREEPING HOURS OF TIME;

IF EVER YOU HAVE LOOK’D ON BETTER DAYS,

IF EVER BEEN WHERE BELLS HAVE KNOLL’D TO CHURCH,

IF EVER SAT AT ANY GOOD MAN’S FEAST,

IF EVER FROM YOUR EYELIDS WIP’D A TEAR,

AND KNOW THAT ‘TIS TO PITY, AND BE PITIED,

LET GENTLENESS MY STRONG ENFORCEMENT BE.


THE LITTLE FOOLERY THAT WISE MEN HAVE MAKES A GREAT SHOW.

THOUGH I LOOK OLD, YET I AM STRONG AND LUSTY;

FOR IN MY YOUTH I NEVER DID APPLY

HOT AND REBELLIOUS LIQUORS IN MY BLOOD.


CRY “HAVOC!” AND LET SLIP THE DOGS OF WAR.

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ROMANS, CONTRYMEN, AND LOVERS! HEAR ME FOR MY

CAUSE; AND BE SILENT, THAT YOU MAY HEAR.


SOME TO THE COMMON PULPITS, AND CRY OUT, “LIBERTY, FREEDOM, AND ENFRANCHISEMENT!”

THE CHOICE AND MASTER SPIRITS OF THIS AGE.


DWELL I BUT IN THE SUBURBS OF YOUR GOOD PLEASURE?

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O! PARDON ME, THOU BLEEDING PIECE OF EARTH,

THAT I AM MEEK AND GENTLE WITH THESE BUTCHERS;

THOU ART THE RUINS OF THE NOBLEST MAN

THAT EVER LIVED IN THE TIDES OF TIMES.


LET’S CARVE HIM AS A DISH FIT FOR THE GODS, NOT HEW HIM AS A CARCASS FIT FOR HOUNDS.

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BETWEEN THE ACTING OF A DREADFUL THING

AND THE FIRST MOTION, ALL THE INTERIM IS

LIKE A PHANTASMA, OR A HIDEOUS DREAM:

THE GENIUS AND THE MORTAL INTRUMENTS

ARE THEN IN COUNCIL; AND THE STATE OF MAN,

LIKE TO A LITTLE KINGDOM, SUFFERS THEN

THE NATURE OF AN INSURRECTION.


O CONSPIRACY! SHAM’ST THOU TO SHOW THEY DANGEROUS BROW BY NIGHT, WHEN EVILS ARE MOST FREE?

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COWARDS DIE MANY TIMES BEFORE THEIR DEATHS;

THE VALIANT NEVER TASTE OF DEATH BUT ONCE.

OF ALL THE WONDERS THAT I YET HAVE HEARD,

IT SEEMS TO ME MOST STRANGE THAT MEN SHOULD FEAR;

SEEING DEATH, A NECESSARY END,

WILL COME WHEN IT WILL COME.


SO EVERY BONDMAN IN HIS OWN HAND BEARS THE POWER TO CANCEL HIS CAPTIVITY.

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‘TIS A COMMON PROOF,

THAT LOWLINESS IS YOUNG AMBITION’S LADDER,

WHERETO THE CLIMBER-UPWARD TURNS HIS FACE;

BUT WHEN HE ONCE ATTAINS THE UPMOST ROUND,

HE THEN UNTO THE LADDER TURNS HIS BACK,

LOOKS IN THE CLOUDS, SCORNING THE BASE DEGREES

BY WHICH HE DID ASCEND.


WE BURN DAYLIGHT.

 

ROMEO: LADY, BY YONDER BLESSED MOON I SWEAR

THAT TIPS WITH SILVER ALL THES FRUIT-TREE TOPS –

JULIET: O! SWEAR NOT BY THE MOON, THE INCONSTANT MOON,

THAT MONTHLY CHANGES IN HER CIRCLED ORB,

LEST THAT THY LOVE PROVE LIKEWISE VARIABLE.


THE TRUE BEGINNING OF OUR END.

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BUT ALL THE STORY OF THE NIGHT TOLD OVER,

AND ALL THEIR MINDS TRANSFIGUR’D SO¬† TOGETHER,

MORE WITNESSETH THAN FANCY’S IMAGES,

AND GROWS TO SOMETHING OF GREAT CONSTANCY,

BUT, HOWSOEVER, STRANGE AND ADMIRABLE.


I HAVE AN EXPOSITION OF SLEEP COME UPON ME.

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MY OBERON! WHAT VISIONS HAVE I SEEN!

METHOUGHTS I WAS ENAMOR’D OF AN ASS.


THE CLAMOROUS OWL, THAT NIGHTLY HOOTS, AND WONDERS AT OUR QUAINT SPIRITS.

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YOU SPOTTED SNAKES WITH DOUBLE TONGUE,

THORNY HEDGE-HOGS, BE NOT SEEN;

NEWTS, AND BLIND-WORMS, DO NO WRONG;

COME NOT NEAR OUR FAIRY QUEEN.


THESE ARE THE FORGERIES OF JEALOUSY.

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SINCE ONCE I SAT UPON A PROMONTORY,

AND HEARD A MERMAID ON A DOLPHIN’S BACK

UTTERING SUCH DULCET AND HARMONIOUS BREATH,

THAT THE RUDE SEA GREW CIVIL AT HER SONG,

AND CERTAIN STARS SHOT MADLY FROM THEIR SPHERES

TO HEAR THE SEA-MAID’S MUSIC.


ILL MET BY MOONLIGHT, PROUD TITANIA.

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I AM THAT MERRY WANDERER OF THE NIGHT.

I JEST TO OBERON, AND MAKE HIM SMILE

WHEN I A FAT AND BEAN-FED HORSE BEGUILE,

NEIGHING IN LIKENESS OF A FILLY FOAL:

AND SOMETIMES LURK I IN GOSSIP’S BOWL,

IN VERY LIKENESS OF A ROASTED CRAB.


LOVE LOOKS NOT WITH THE EYES, BUT WITH THE MIND, AND THEREFORE IS WING’D CUPID PAINTED BLIND.

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SWIFT AS A SHADOW, SHORT AS ANY DREAM,

BRIEF AS THE LIGHTNING IN THE COLLIED NIGHT,

THAT, IN A SPLEEN, UNFOLDS BOTH HEAVEN AND EARTH,

AND ERE A MAN HATH POWER TO SAY, “BEHOLD!”

THE JAWS OF DARKNESS DO DEVOUR IT UP: SO QUICK BRIGHT THINGS COME TO CONFUSION.


REVENGE OF HEAD-SKULL 2011!

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HAPPY 4TH OF JULY!

DIG THE FIREWORKS!


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