#841 - cut-up for Shakespeare's birthday

 

24.iv.22

841

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backward abysm

a cut-up for Shakespeare’s birthday

 

and fled to thunder

pray you

die as bravely as a bridegroom

 

and tread upon the tyrant’s head

bury the old idea

set swim

tomorrow and

deep as we do in the far

fairly seated

 

I charge thee by thy reverence

ten masts at thee make not the altitude

beneath abhorring

which thou has perpendicularly fell

 

have a comfort

know your plight

 

sleep that I may see

horns whelked and wav’d

it was some fiend

 

compare thee

lovely wherefore temper  

 

each man to his stool

 

rank seeded

duty hushes me

garden gone

 

a dedicated beggar to the air

 

were half to the world by ears and he

brave o’erhanging

and a banquet vanish

 

oh such another I may see

 

twofold balls

and treble sceptres

 

pledge troth

face as with the heavens

I’d rather seal my lips

all damned those that trust

 

put we in the roll of conquest

as full of sanctity as

rounded with

 

rod book and every third thought

crack your cheeks

rage, blow

for a little cure

 

exeunt

pursued by a bear

sans teeth, etc