ZOUNDS! It’s Billy Shakespeare’s birthday, and we all know how much our fair captain loves him some Shakespeare. Here he is, elucidating on the letter B. Thanks to friend of the blog Britt for the heads up.
expressive peregrine falcons
(photos by sdwildgene)
TO FLY - TO SWEEP,
NO MORE; AND BY A SWEEP TO SAY WE END
THE HEARTACHE AND THE THOUSAND NATURAL FLOCKS
THAT FISH IS HEIR TO: ‘TIS A CONSUMMATION
DEVOUTLY TO BE WISHED. TO FLY, TO SWEEP;
TO SWEEP, PERCHANCE TO DREAM - AY, THERE’S THE GRUB:
FOR IN THAT SWEEP OF DEATH WHAT STREAMS MAY COME
when we have molted off these mortal feathers,
must give us pause. there’s the respect
that makes calamity of so long meals.
for who would bear the winters and famines of time?
th’poacher’s wrong, the large bird’s contumely,
the pangs of despised love, the daylight’s delay,
the insolence of prey, and the spurns that
patient merit of th’unworthy take,
when he himself might his quietus make
with a bare bird claw? who would fardels bear
to squawk and caw under a weary life,
but that the dread of something after food,
the unrelenting hunger, from whose clutches
no hunter returns, puzzles the will.
and makes us rather bear those ills we have
than fly to others we know not of?
thus hunger does make fools of us all.
Shakespeare on Better Book Titles.
Vivien Leigh as Lady Macbeth in a publicity still for a 1955 production of Macbeth at the Shakespeare Memorial Theatre.
The delivery of the lines are impeccable. Love me some Toy Story Shakespeare!
Stabbington Brother no. 1: “But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Flynn is the sun!! Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with gri-…
Flynn:…. Riiiiiiiggggggggggggghhhhhttt :T
OOC: I CANNOT BREATHE RIGHT NOW. I LOVE YOU
THAT COMMENT. I NEED THIS ON MY BLOG
Gloucester ‘falling’ off the cliff is very fun. :)
Submitted by deadwalrus.