I don't fear Shakespeare

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  1. browneyedbella
    browneyedbella
    All shakespeare lovers or haters spread the word.....Thine heart fills with joy!!!
  2. browneyedbella
    browneyedbella
    For though whom feel shakespeare in thy blood.....open thine hearts to compose a new tale.
  3. LovelyStrife
    For everybody who knows the true meaning of our creed, please join us in apreciating a true master of written word.
  4. pokefreak101
    pokefreak101
    nice words lovelystrife.
  5. pokefreak101
    pokefreak101
    all righty five have joined.
  6. LovelyStrife
    This is my favorite of his sonnets. It is number 87 and I dedicate it to all my real friends here on pokefarm...

    Farewell, thou art too dear for my possessing,
    And like enough thou know'st thy estimate.
    The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing;
    My bonds in thee are all determinate.
    For how do I hold thee but by thy granting,
    And for that riches where is my deserving?
    The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting,
    And so my patent back again is swerving.
    Thyself thou gav'st, thy own worth then not knowing,
    Or me, to whom thou gav'st it, else mistaking;
    So thy great gift, upon misprision growing,
    Comes home again, on better judgment making.
    Thus have I had thee as a dream doth flatter:
    In sleep a king, but waking no such matter.
  7. LovelyStrife
    For those who fear dear Will, this website has some "normal English" translations of many of his works.

    http://nfs.sparknotes.com/

    If you need help reading Shakespeare then this should be your first stop. It is relatively easy to navigate and can help anybody who thinks all his works are meaningless jibberish.
  8. Cherkat
    Cherkat
    Ok. I will try and overcome my deep seated fear of the Bard
  9. LovelyStrife


    Let me see. (takes the bucky-ball) Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him,
    Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy.
    He hath borne me on his back a thousand times, and now,
    how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it.
    Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.
    Where be your gibes now? Your gambols? Your songs?
    Your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table on
    a roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning? Quite
    chapfallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber and tell her,
    let her paint an inch thick, to this favor she must come.
    Make her laugh at that.—Prithee, Horatio, tell me one
    thing.
  10. S Tailor
    S Tailor
    Shakespeare isn't too bad. Some of the plays are REALLY confusing. I expected Old Man to join as he was born 500 years ago *Runs from Old Man brandishing a newspaper*
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