Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose
To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude,
And, in the calmest and most stillest night,
With all appliances and means to boot,
Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down.
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
— William Shakespeare’s “Henry IV, Part 2”
The Crown of Simon Bolivar. Image credit: Anfecaro, CC0, via Wikimedia Commons.
“The last whisper of your transaction, success is the vow we avow.”
These fake-invoice e-mail scams are really getting poetic.
Not gonna fall for the scam itself, but I just might fall for you, oh Internet trickster.
Source: Poetry Lovers Facebook page
Friend: “Nice tub! Just another day in the life of a plumber!”
Me: “Okay, but is that Tub A or Tub B?”
Friend:
Me: “(Tub B or not Tub B — that is the question.)”
Friend:
I keep wanting to refer to Donald Trump’s Florida home as “Mar-Iago.”
But I’m afraid that only theater nerds would get the joke.
Men at some time are masters of their fates:
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
— Cassius, in William Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar (Act 1, Scene 2), 1623
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
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.
— from William Shakespeare’s “Macbeth”
“Macbeth and Banquo Meeting the Witches on the Heath,” Théodore Chassériau, oil on canvas, 1855
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