Forsooth.

To age or not to age
that is the question

Better a witty fool than a foolish wit 

When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts my self almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

And to the lad, Chris, who used to live next door! Funny how you remember certain useless things, but can't remember where you put your book down 10 minutes ago!

I'll so offend to make offence a skill
redeeming time when men least think I will


one of the quotes I used for my O level English

Bill

My favoriite bit of Shakespeare isn't a quote, it's a stage direction from The Winter's Tale. Exit, pursued by a bear.

Why do I forget all the lovely, lyrical stuff and always remember "Out, vile jelly"?

he's barred from our local

ps-thank you peter kay