Comments on: like I said…

By: Woody

Woody — Thu, 07 Jan 2010 11:58:29 +0000

Actually, it’s the bard 2 out of 3. And you’re right – he’s lucky TSE didn’t try to buy the pot!

By: Carl

Carl — Thu, 07 Jan 2010 02:29:43 +0000

The bard folds. I bet he’ll be miffed if it turns out you guys are bluffing. At least T.S. E. wasn’t in the game.

By: Woody

Woody — Thu, 07 Jan 2010 01:47:12 +0000

And I’ll call with

We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.

By: Mickey

Mickey — Wed, 06 Jan 2010 14:24:01 +0000

And I’ll raise you:

For in and out, above, about, below,
‘Tis nothing but a Magic Shadow-show,
Play’d in a Box whose Candle is the Sun,
Round which we Phantom Figures come and go.

Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam

By: Carl

Carl — Wed, 06 Jan 2010 03:21:40 +0000

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.