(I told you my verse was bad!)
Steve, you are so darling and amazingly adorable.
Well, NOW I feel better!
Or 
Wait a minute!
You would try to steal the fair Kathryn from me?
“Swounds, show me what thou’lt do:
Woo’t weep? woo’t fight?
woo’t fast? woo’t tear thyself?
Woo’t drink up eisel? eat a crocodile?
I’ll do’t. Dost thou come here to whine?”
–Hamlet, Act 5, Scene ii
“I had rather be a kitten, and cry mew
Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers”
–King Henry IV, Part 1, Act 3, Scene i
“I had rather hear a brazen canstick turn’d,
Or a dry wheel grate on the axle-tree;
And that would set my teeth nothing on edge,
Nothing so much as mincing poetry:
’Tis like the forc’d gait of a shuffling nag.”
–King Henry IV, Part 1, Act 3, Scene i
"How much, methinks, I could despise this man,
But that I am bound in charity against it!
–King Henry VIII, Act 3, Scene ii
[sub]You know, I actually meant that “I was kidding when I was slamming mr. blue in the quoted post”, and in reality, I thought he was doing a really good job. sigh[/sub]
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“Sir, in this audience,
Let my disclaiming from a purpos’d evil
Free me so far in your most generous thoughts,
That I have shot mine arrow o’er the house,
And hurt my brother.”
–Hamlet, Act 5, Scene ii
“You, O you!
So perfect and so peerless,
are created
Of every creature’s best.”
–The Tempest, Act 3, Scene i
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[sub]grumble[/sub]
“But no perfection is so absolute,
That some impurity doth not pollute.”
–The Rape of Lucrece
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“I am vanquished; these haughty words of hers
Have batter’d me like roaring cannon-shot,
And made me almost yield upon my knees.”
–King Henry VI, Part 1, Act 3, Scene iii
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“Come, Kate, thou art perfect in lying down:
come, quick, quick, that I may lay my head in thy lap.”
–King Henry IV, Part 1, Act 3, Scene i
“kiss me, Kate, we will be married o’ Sunday”
–The Taming of the Shrew :D, Act 2, Scene i
T’would thou rather speakest only words from another man’s lips? 
If she 'twere thine to steal, dear sir. Yet lady’s heart 'tis free as gentle bird, and mocks thy shackles that would bind her.
The choice, dear Kate, doth be thy heart’s alone; mayst thou never see such earthly cares hinder thy true love, or should thee fill thy arms for hate’s sake?
Yet still I know thy heart doth not be filled with me…
Wherefore art thou, Rosebud? 
And no response… Sooo… Door #1, eh?
“Hey, that’s my aorta, ya lousy mongrel!”
Hey, how did we get from flying pigs to Shakespeare? Not that I’m complaining.
Ahem…
If flying pigs we have offended
Think but this and all is mended
We celebrate thy lofty snouts
You rise above most barnyard louts
And with this SD poetry slam, we–
Hey, who could go for some wing-ed ham?
Rosebud!
This is serious! <snicker> Serious I tell you!
LOL!!!
DRY, you’ll lay your head where? 
And I’m busy Sunday, engineering and work. But we can still flirt outrageously through e-mail.
mrblue understands. In response I have only my fervent promise to live as my own self “One light, one mind, flashing in the dark” and delight in the rest of you!
Pass the bacon.
so just what good does it do to flash in the dark? nobody can see you then anyway - now if you want to come flash here in the light where I can see you…
t’is sooth sir; in this place they live high on the hog
Well if you crush some special crystals they flash in the dark. I forgot what the phenomena is called though.
Wintergreen Lifesavers!
Yes! They do it. But there is a real live scientific name for it…
“mr blue92’s cyanotic spheroids”
Dan!
Be nice!
Bad Dan! No cookie!
Bad? Dan’s BAD?
[sub]Why does no one ever TELL me these things?[/sub]
I must confess, I have always had a soft spot in my heart for those “bad” boys!
[vamp voice] So, DRY, I just happen to have a spare ticket for the upcoming Sonics/Lakers game, do you happen to be free that night?
I’ll give you a cookie!! [/vamp voice]
“Come, woo me, woo me;
for now I am in a holiday humour,
and like enough to consent”
–As You Like It, Act 4, Scene i
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“Feed him with apricocks and dewberries,
With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries.”
–A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act 3, Scene i
“Better a witty fool than a foolish wit”
–Twelfth Night, Act 1, Scene v
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:rolleyes:
“O! he’s as tedious
As a tired horse,
a railing wife;
Worse than a smoky house.
I had rather live With cheese
and garlick in a windmill, far,
Than feed on cates
and have him talk to me
In any summer-house in Christendom.”
–Henry IV, Part 1, Act 3, Scene i