RE: Ye olde English
November 28, 2014 at 7:38 pm
(This post was last modified: November 28, 2014 at 7:42 pm by Lemonvariable72.)
(November 28, 2014 at 7:31 pm)ChadWooters Wrote: Of what wouldst thou speak?
Of any shadow or light that may trespass upon thy heart
(November 28, 2014 at 7:38 pm)Stimbo Wrote: Thou hast thrown down the gauntlet, sirrah, and vexed my autocorrect most sorely with thy childsome prattling!
For i'truth, thou lacketh both the wit and the language to best me in single contest
As of a rap battle gone seriously awry
A David and Goliath encounter in the truest sense.
Ha! I say
And ha! again,
With a pah! thrown in for good measure.
I hereby call upon the gentles all assembled
To pronounce their verdict plain
And to declare this thread ended most decidedly in bloodless victory
On this, the day of Anglefolc triumph! Huzzah!
Avast! One soul has found meaning upon this mount.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
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.
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.
