Beks, how hast thou been? We have not spoketh in many fortnights.
Today is "Talk Like Shakespeare Day"
by bebu 15 Replies latest social entertainment
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What manner of adversary art thou, Oh Cupid, mine newest enemy and cleaver of a heart now rent in two by love's dart unwanted? Fain would I seek thy quiver spoilt and released of all implements of love's war were it to liberate this shepherd boy from a wasting sickness wrought upon an unsuspecting and pure spirit. Content I had been to drink in Nature's beauty and surfeit my pining soul with Her sufficient bounties. She and she alone is sufficient food for mine soul, youthful cravings and whatever further necessity would have, some elusive day, become enjoined upon this one-time naif. Now, because of thee, despised one, mine once simple eye has become darkened. The Serpent has coiled 'round, holding tightly fast, and releases his venom slowly until absolute compliance is guaranteed. That dear and innocent tender of the fold is no more.
Now, cunning and ruthless Cupid, I weary of desire heretofore unknown. I am sickened to the core. Pulling at once resistant flesh are inconvenient and ill-timed stirrings. They rumble deep within a frame that pulsates with roiling and burning blood seeking assuagement.
Come closer, dear Cupid. I speak only in jest as I truly do love thee. Before this febrile brow breaks its hold, however, might I very well clip thy wings if upon thy cursed neck I should fall. Love's sweet suffering has rendered an innocent child mad and unaccountable for this current state of amorous intoxication.
Pray let the Immortals of Olympus render righteous judgment on my behalf should this madness lead to Cupid's demise by my hand ...
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beksbks
Beks, how hast thou been? We have not spoketh in many fortnights.
M'lady! My heart has sore missed your fair company. Oh happy day when we did share secrets and desires pertaining to the harsher sex!
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LouBelle
I hath loved thine words Shakespeare.
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Jim_TX
"...and your friends are all called Cousin..."
Umm... don't they already do that in some parts of the South?
I just want to know when they are going to combine 'Talk Like Shakespeare Day' with 'Talk like a Pirate Day'.
Regards,
Jim TX
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Dear Bebu:
I hope this is more in keeping with what you asked for. A real challenge, to be sure!
Thanks,
CoCo
THE SHEPHERD BOY [revision]
What manner of adversary art thou, Oh Cupid, mine newest enemy and cleaver of a heart now rent in two by love's dart unwanted? Fain wouldst I seek thy quiver spoilt and emptied of all implements of love's war, if but to liberate this shepherd boy from a wasting sickness wrought 'pon an unsuspecting and pure spirit. Content hath I been to drinketh in Nature's beauty and surfeit mine pining soul with Her sufficient bounties. She and she alone hath been, to present, sufficient food for all mine youthful cravings and whate'er further necessity wouldst, some elusive day, 'come enjoined upon this pitiable naif. Now, because of thee, despised one, mine once simple eye hath become darkened. The Serpent hath coiled 'round, he holdeth tight fast and letteth flow his venom slow and insuperable till mine full allegiance be guaranteed. That dear and innocent tender of the fold abideth no more. Thy darts, Cupid, art they claddeth in lead or gold?
O cunning and ruthless one, I hath become weary of a desire heretofore unknown. I am sickened at mine very center. Flesh and resolve once resistant to sin's temptation art now troubled by inconvenient stirrings. They rumbleth deep within a frame of roiling and burning blood that seeketh assuagement.
Come closer, dear Cupid. I speaketh only in jest as I truly do love thee. Before this febrile brow breaketh its hold, however, couldst I very well clippeth thy wings if 'pon thy cursed neck I shouldst fall. Love's sweet suffering hath rendered an innocent child mad and unaccountable for his present state of amorous intoxication.
I prithee, letteth the Immortals rendereth righteous judgment on mine behalf shouldst this madness leadeth to Cupid's demise by mine hand ...