You're right, Lady Moppet...it was too easy! I just wanted to start easy so as not to scare people away! Verily, Hal
Probably considered cheating, but your post reminded me to dig out my 'Complete Works of Shakespeare' I've been hauling around for years. Have committed to memory select passages to entertain my family and to get an 'Eye Roll'...
Methinks, mistress, you should have little reason for that [i.e., to love me], and yet, to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays.
"All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts." (this could apply in these modern times to forums and social media generally)
Calm down Shirley. That's a face that could sink a thousand ships. Especially without his hair dye and spray, makeup and botox.
I don't know Mr. Shakespeare but I remember the first time I met him. I was in an English class at Midwestern University and the teacher which was also dean of English at the university and had a reputation for being a hard case, gave an assignment: There was a Shakepearean play being put on at the university and we were to attend one night and write a five page article on what we thought of the play and any thoughts on Mr Shakespeare, or something to that effect. I had a part time job the university didn't know about and I had to work until midnight. I didn't write the report, thinking I'd get some reduced grade or with a little luck could talk myself out of punishment due to extenuating circumstances. "Where is your paper, Mr Boggs," Ms hard case asked? I replied something like I didn't see the play, I forgot about it. I can see you don't have much appreciation for this English class. But you will write a report for me that is if you stay in this English Class. Your new assignment will be due day after tomorrow. I want you to write a twelve page report on why You didn't attend the play and give me some of your thoughts on Mr Shakespeare. She said I would be graded on English usage, writing ability, my reading ability and my presentation as I stood before the class and read my paper. Whispered comments buzzed around the class, and a few snickers as other students cast glances toward me. That evening before I reported to work at Texas Electric Service Company where I was dispatcher till midnight, I borrowed a copy of World book that had some information on Shakespeare. I write a good part of my report on the job that evening. I wrote the rest of it between two am and breakfast. The part I dreaded most, reading it in class, I pretended I was the platoon sergeant I had been at Ft Lewis, Washington, teaching and training my platoon, and it turned out to be much easier than I had assumed.