LadySusan (ladysusan) wrote, @ 2004-11-14 16:54:00

Current mood:

saddish?

Shakespearean Fridge Poetry
...damn melancholy!
I would make merry this night; tempt me, goblet,
Lest our torment come soon. (composed on election night)

Perchance the ghost warrants a wanton question,
Tales to dream through winter; death deceiveth.
Fair lady, a wherefore doth quench a trifle,
And discontent for haste strikes out foul measures.
Say what you please, but never thus woo fortune.

Every saucy man is a loathesome peasant.
Every vulgar woman is a vile wench.
Farewell, my bawdy friend. (composed by Mr. Jeremy S., Esq.)

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