Monday, March 1, 2010
Shakespeare for Birds
Overheard as I was taking photos recently.
"Nay, if our wits run the wild-goose chase, I am done; for thou hast more of the wild goose in one of thy wits than, I am sure, I have in my whole five."
"Those hours that with gentle work did frame. The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwellWill play the tyrants to the very same, And that unfair which fairly doth excel: For never-resting time leads summer on To hideous winter and confounds him there,Sap checked with frost and lusty leaves quite gone, Beauty o'er-snowed and bareness every where: Then were not summer's distillation left A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass, Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft, Nor it nor no remembrance what it was. But flowers distilled though they with winter meet,Leese but their show, their substance still lives sweet."
Et tu, Bruté?
"Thus time we waste, and longest leagues make short; Sail seas in cockles, have an wish but for't; Making, to take your imagination, From bourn to bourn, region to region. By you being pardon'd, we commit no crimeTo use one language in each several clime Where our scenes seem to live. I do beseech you To learn of me, who stand i' the gaps to teach you,The stages of our story."
"Like a dull actor now, I have forgot my part, and I am out, Even to a full disgrace. "
Think about it.