viernes, abril 07, 2006

Shakespeare Cats

Susan Herbert´s cats (II)

Let thy love be younger than thyself,

Or thy affection cannot hold the bent;

For women are as roses whose fair flow´r

Being once display´d, doth fall that very hour.

(Twelfth Night)

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As flies to wanton boys are we to th´gods,

They kill us for their sport.

(King Lear)

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Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow,

that I shall say "good night" till it be morrow.

(Romeo and Juliet)

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Every subject´s duty is the King´s, but every subject´s

soul is his own.

(Henry V)

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2 comentarios:

Marxe dijo...

My kingdom for a spaghetti and tuna night...
Your camembert was not right... me either.
I´m sorry but I´m mushi-mushi.

conciertoparaviolin dijo...

Don´t be mushi mushi my mishi mishi
please don´t...makes me feel blue...it´s now the winter of my camembert made glorious smell by the pasta of york.