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Related: Editorials & Other Articles, Issue Forums, Alliance Forums, Region ForumsShakespeare does Twitler
Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks!
You sulphurous and thought-executing fires,
Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts,
Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder,
Smite flat the thick rotundity o' the world!
Crack nature's moulds, an germens spill at once,
That make ingrateful man!
You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks!
You sulphurous and thought-executing fires,
Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts,
Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder,
Smite flat the thick rotundity o' the world!
Crack nature's moulds, an germens spill at once,
That make ingrateful man!
King Lear - SCENE II. Another part of the heath. Storm still.
Trump tweet if he could read. Hehehe
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Shakespeare does Twitler (Original Post)
Soph0571
Sep 2019
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saidsimplesimon
(7,888 posts)1. Humour at it's best, thank you Brits for the
gifts from Shakespeare.
Soph0571
(9,685 posts)2. We can always find a great analogy in literature...
...History repeats in the pages of our greats!
Leith
(7,864 posts)3. This one is good, too
Hamlet, act 5, scene 5
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
But the words are too pretty for the orange lump.