Veni Vidi Scripsi

For it is the sport to have the engineer hoist with his own petard.

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I coudl be bounded in a nut shell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.

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Come Friends, let us to it pell mell.
If not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell!

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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

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On this sad day moe days doth depend,
this but begins the woe others must end.

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'tis not so deep as a well,
nor so wide as a church-door; but 'tis enough,'twill serve.
Ask for me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man.

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Brave Mercutio's soul is but a little ways above our heads, waiting for mine or thine to keep him company. Either thou, or I, or both must go with him.

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Now am I dead,
Now am I fled;
My soul is in the sky.
Tongue, lose thy light;
Moon take thy flight.

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For Hecuba? What's Hecuba to him or he to Hecuba
that he should weep for her? What would he do
Had he the motive and the cue for passion
that I have? Drown the general ear
with torrid speech, make mad the guilty and
apall the free.

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We men may say more, swear more, but indeed
Our shows are more than will for still we prove
Much in our vows, but little in our love.

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The tongues of the mens is full of deceits

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I laughed out loud at that one.

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Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men;
As hounds and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs,
Shoughs, water-rugs and demi-wolves, are clept
All by the name of dogs

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'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant; when I have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the maids, and cut off their heads.

The heads of the maids?

Aye, the heads of the maids, or their maindenheads; take it in what sense thou wilt.

They must take it in sense that feel it.

Me they shall feel while I am able to stand: and 'tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh.

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[What's Hecuba to him or he to Hecuba? The two shortest volumes of the dictionary.]

He hath rid his prologue like a rough colt; he knows
not the stop. A good moral, my lord: it is not
enough to speak, but to speak true.

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Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue.

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Exeter: He bids you then resign your crown and kingdom, indirectly held from him, the native and true challenger.

King of France: Or else what follows?

Exeter: Bloody constraint. For if you hide the crown even in your hearts, there will he rake for it...That, if requiring fail, he will compel...
unless the Dauphin be in presence here, to whom expressly I bring greetings to.

Dauphin: for the Dauphin, I stand here for him: what to him from England?

Exeter: Scorn and defiance, slight regard, contempt, and anything that might not misbecome the mighty sender, doth he prize you at.

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And tell the pleasant prince this mock of his
Hath turn'd his balls to gun stones; and his soul
Shall stand sore charged for the wasteful vengeance
That shall fly with them; for many a thousand widows
Shall this his mock mock out of their dear husbands
Mock mothers from their sons, mock castles down;
And some are yet ungotten and unborn
That shall have cause to curse the Dauphin's scorn.

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Yeah. All the best comes from Hank5. I was considering that one, but I couldn't remember enough of it for sure.

"He'll make his Paris Louvre shake for it"

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Love, therefor, and tongue-tied simplicity
In least, speak most to my capacity

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Hence, bashful cunning!
And prompt me, plain and holy innocence!
I am your wife, if you will marry me;
If not, I’ll die your maid.

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readcloud222.livejournal.com

...you doth sucketh. your vaaccuummie mouthpaerts assaults the rug like unto a storm that is tornado rife, thou great sucking is no more or less than the stuff of legend. man, you can hoover up a bowling ball, dude.

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