Ziusudra: Aye spoken by a divine angel !! Oh the tragedy of beauty that smites thy heart like an arrow tis worse than the sword but less noble a death of passion.
The cold have you froze in the impossible love's cloud
JeanKimberley: What (or WTF) Out! Out foul stench! Me thinketh thou art toiling and troubling a brew that even McBeth or MacBathing might spew.
1000 pardons my lady but until proven otherwise me thinkest thy maidens here tend to wrought thy anger upon the knaves who seek thy audience of fair maidens before giving them a chance to prove thy intentions be they noble or harsh. So before anyone gets carried away with conjecture let us all remember it is out of jest to ponder thy ways of a woman's scorn. Yea the motives of the knaves must be measured as well for some would probably bow unto thee by your beauty alone others may feel amiss to not enter thy domain for fear of an arrow at their heal thus ending all hope to befriend such a maiden
Ziusudra: 1000 pardons my lady but until proven otherwise me thinkest thy maidens here tend to wrought thy anger upon the knaves who seek thy audience of fair maidens before giving them a chance to prove thy intentions be they noble or harsh. So before anyone gets carried away with conjecture let us all remember it is out of jest to ponder thy ways of a woman's scorn. Yea the motives of the knaves must be measured as well for some would probably bow unto thee by your beauty alone others may feel amiss to not enter thy domain for fear of an arrow at their heal thus ending all hope to befriend such a maiden
Perhaps thou speaketh truth as is often heard in jest. Fear not, for knaves will be regarded by all CS fair maidens as objects of desire and derision to be enticed with sweet words of nothing and ridiculed with humor until all poor CS knaves are confused into a silly stupor. .... (then we go in for the kill)
on another note.
"Though I am not naturally honest, I am so sometimes by chance" Shakespeare 1564-1616
"The weak of mind and feeble of heart, take care! thy tricky ways be discov'd oh ye born of scam and troll, return to thy pit of stupidity, thy bottomless pit of idiocy."
"Forsooth, If in reality thou hast met of noble nature a member of CS, thy eyes might cry, and pain shall be thine as swift and powerful to your bollix forthwith a kick shall be supplied."
"Heed my warning oh feeble one, leaveth CS to the Maidens and Dames and Knights and Knaves to continue this merry courting game."
Ziusudra: Nay my brother for alas I knew him not to consider thou sluggard to be a troll yea thouest maketh me ponder if I am such a troll that thouest speaketh about? I am just a knave who is in thine world that no fair maiden dareth treadeth!!
DjWabbet: "The weak of mind and feeble of heart, take care! thy tricky ways be discov'd oh ye born of scam and troll, return to thy pit of stupidity, thy bottomless pit of idiocy." "Heed my warning oh feeble one, leaveth CS to the Maidens and Dames and Knights and Knaves to continue this merry courting game."Willy RattleThrowingInstrument.
Forsooth, thou speakest the truth.
CS friends, CS members, fellow searchers of love, lend me your ears; I come to bury disillusionment, not to praise it. I speak not to disprove what others spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love once, not without cause: What cause withholds you then, to love again? O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men and women have lost their reason. Bear with me; Our hearts must not be buried under discontent and fear, For we, like noble Brutus of yore, must forsaketh the cover of cynicism, The veil of bitterness, put aside manly pretences and feminine wiles, And open our hearts to those who would seeketh succour within them.
CS friends, CS members, fellow searchers of love, lend me your ears; I come to bury disillusionment, not to praise it. I speak not to disprove what others spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love once, not without cause: What cause withholds you then, to love again? O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men and women have lost their reason. Bear with me; Our hearts must not be buried under discontent and fear, For we, like noble Brutus of yore, must forsaketh the cover of cynicism, The veil of bitterness, put aside manly pretences and feminine wiles, And open our hearts to those who would seeketh succour within them.
Greetings Sir Hotrod Indeed, so many dwelleth on pain long past, on shrews left untamed that they seek to taketh their pound of flesh from all who crosseth their path and in so doing miss-see that which would prove melliferous to them.
CS friends, CS members, fellow searchers of love, lend me your ears; I come to bury disillusionment, not to praise it. I speak not to disprove what others spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love once, not without cause: What cause withholds you then, to love again? O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men and women have lost their reason. Bear with me; Our hearts must not be buried under discontent and fear, For we, like noble Brutus of yore, must forsaketh the cover of cynicism, The veil of bitterness, put aside manly pretences and feminine wiles, And open our hearts to those who would seeketh succour within them.
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Exit, pursued by a bear.
(stage direction in The Winter's Tale 1611)