Top | Newest First | Oldest First
DeWayfarer · 61-69, M
[quote][c=000000][i]'The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail,
And you are stay'd for. There; my blessing with thee!
And these few precepts in thy memory
See thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue,
Nor any unproportioned thought his act.
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel;
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
Of each new-hatch'd, unfledged comrade. Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel, but being in,
Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee.
Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice;
Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy;
For the apparel oft proclaims the man,
And they in France of the best rank and station
Are of a most select and generous chief in that.
Neither a borrower nor a lender be;
For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
This above all: to thine ownself be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Farewell: my blessing season this in thee!’[/i][/c]
[/quote]
And you are stay'd for. There; my blessing with thee!
And these few precepts in thy memory
See thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue,
Nor any unproportioned thought his act.
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel;
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
Of each new-hatch'd, unfledged comrade. Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel, but being in,
Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee.
Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice;
Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy;
For the apparel oft proclaims the man,
And they in France of the best rank and station
Are of a most select and generous chief in that.
Neither a borrower nor a lender be;
For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
This above all: to thine ownself be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Farewell: my blessing season this in thee!’[/i][/c]
[/quote]
ElwoodBlues · M
And who doesn't love a good Shakespearean insult?
“The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes.”
Comedy of Errors
“Thou whoreson zed , thou unnecessary letter!”
King Lear
“you whoreson cullionly barber-monger”
King Lear
“Thou clay-brained guts, thou knotty-pated fool, thou whoreson obscene greasy tallow-catch!”
Henry IV Part 1
“Thou leathern-jerkin, crystal-button, knot-pated, agatering, puke-stocking, caddis-garter, smooth-tongue, Spanish pouch!”
Henry IV Part 1
“You starvelling, you eel-skin, you dried neat’s-tongue, you bull’s-pizzle, you stock-fish–O for breath to utter what is like thee!-you tailor’s-yard, you sheath, you bow-case, you vile standing tuck!”
Henry IV Part 1
“That trunk of humours, that bolting-hutch of beastliness, that swollen parcel of dropsies, that huge bombard of sack, that stuffed cloak-bag of guts, that roasted Manningtree ox with pudding in his belly, that reverend vice, that grey Iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in years?”
Henry IV Part 1
“You have such a February face, So full of frost, of storm, and cloudiness.”
Much Ado
“Your brain is as dry as the remainder biscuit after voyage.”
As You Like It
“The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes.”
Comedy of Errors
“Thou whoreson zed , thou unnecessary letter!”
King Lear
“you whoreson cullionly barber-monger”
King Lear
“Thou clay-brained guts, thou knotty-pated fool, thou whoreson obscene greasy tallow-catch!”
Henry IV Part 1
“Thou leathern-jerkin, crystal-button, knot-pated, agatering, puke-stocking, caddis-garter, smooth-tongue, Spanish pouch!”
Henry IV Part 1
“You starvelling, you eel-skin, you dried neat’s-tongue, you bull’s-pizzle, you stock-fish–O for breath to utter what is like thee!-you tailor’s-yard, you sheath, you bow-case, you vile standing tuck!”
Henry IV Part 1
“That trunk of humours, that bolting-hutch of beastliness, that swollen parcel of dropsies, that huge bombard of sack, that stuffed cloak-bag of guts, that roasted Manningtree ox with pudding in his belly, that reverend vice, that grey Iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in years?”
Henry IV Part 1
“You have such a February face, So full of frost, of storm, and cloudiness.”
Much Ado
“Your brain is as dry as the remainder biscuit after voyage.”
As You Like It
Farewell, dear Robin, from this realm of dreams,
Where fancies dance and worlds like shadows gleam.
No longer shall we share these digital streams,
Where thoughts take flight on pixels' vibrant beams.
In Similar Worlds, we built a fleeting tower,
Of laughter, wit, and stories spun with grace.
We jousted words within this shared bower,
And found in pixels, friendship's warm embrace.
But time, alas, a fickle jester plays,
And lures us onward with its ceaseless chase.
Your avatar now fades in pixel haze,
Leaving a void within this digital space.
Yet though we part, the memories remain,
A spark of friendship, proof against the rain.
Where fancies dance and worlds like shadows gleam.
No longer shall we share these digital streams,
Where thoughts take flight on pixels' vibrant beams.
In Similar Worlds, we built a fleeting tower,
Of laughter, wit, and stories spun with grace.
We jousted words within this shared bower,
And found in pixels, friendship's warm embrace.
But time, alas, a fickle jester plays,
And lures us onward with its ceaseless chase.
Your avatar now fades in pixel haze,
Leaving a void within this digital space.
Yet though we part, the memories remain,
A spark of friendship, proof against the rain.
@CorvusBlackthorne this was beautiful <3 he would have loved it
robingoodfellow · M
@CorvusBlackthorne really nice, THANK YOU.
You get the job of eulogizing me when I die. But you have to wear the gothic Raven suit.
That would be so cool.
You get the job of eulogizing me when I die. But you have to wear the gothic Raven suit.
That would be so cool.
Kent: Did your letters pierce the queen to any demonstration of grief?
Gentleman:
Ay, sir. She took them, read them in my presence,
And now and then an ample tear trilled down
Her delicate cheek. It seemed she was a queen
Over her passion, who, most rebel-like,
Sought to be king o’er her.
Kent: O, then it moved her.
Gentleman:
Not to a rage. Patience and sorrow strove
Who should express her goodliest. You have seen
Sunshine and rain at once; her smiles and tears
Were like a better way. Those happy smilets
That played on her ripe lip seemed not to know
What guests were in her eyes, which parted thence
As pearls from diamonds dropped. In brief,
Sorrow would be a rarity most beloved
If all could so become it.
Gentleman:
Ay, sir. She took them, read them in my presence,
And now and then an ample tear trilled down
Her delicate cheek. It seemed she was a queen
Over her passion, who, most rebel-like,
Sought to be king o’er her.
Kent: O, then it moved her.
Gentleman:
Not to a rage. Patience and sorrow strove
Who should express her goodliest. You have seen
Sunshine and rain at once; her smiles and tears
Were like a better way. Those happy smilets
That played on her ripe lip seemed not to know
What guests were in her eyes, which parted thence
As pearls from diamonds dropped. In brief,
Sorrow would be a rarity most beloved
If all could so become it.
thewindupbirdchronicles · 46-50, M
SnailTeeth · 36-40
Shakesbeard*
He was a famous pirate.
He was a famous pirate.
AlchemyFox · 36-40, F
Fare thee well friend
LordShadowfire · 100+, M