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Tuesday, September 27, 2016

A LITTLE SHAKESPEARE IN THE NIGHT...AND SOME OTHER STUFF, TOO!


I met a woman from an ancient land

She  dusted off her clothes and then reclined;
You look as if you've traveled far I said
"Have a cold drink and then some peace of mind"



Ozymandias - Poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley


I met a traveler from an antique land          SHELLY

`Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in       
The desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear --
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.' 




                                                    SHAKESPEARE

Pleasure and action make the hours seem short
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The stroke of death is like a lover's pinch
Which hurts and is desired
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Brevity is the soul of wit

Men's vows are women's traitors

The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief

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Touch me once more, she smiled and said to me:
(Touch once more my tits" she said to the man)
I'll give you a pair of acres"     (Whoops!)  MILNE
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* The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are
Of imagination all compact

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What's done is done and cannot be undone

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False face must hide what the false heart does know

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In time we hate that which we often fear
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The devil can cite scripture for his purpose

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(Come closer now for that pair of acres) 

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There is nothing good or bad but thinking makes it so

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Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind

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Women may fall when there's no strength in men

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Forgiven thieves may be strong time in time

* False face must hide what the false heart does know

* Though all his loves go rushing down the Rhine     whoops!
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In time we hate what we always feared

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At the Temple finding time out of time


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My first wife tried to use a club on me, My second wife she tried a dagger; My third wife is working with attrition: I think I'd better bag her;
I'll keep her in the basement, Make her work real hard, I'll let her see the sunlight, When she's done her chores.

MILNE







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