Mark, 'tis 'Talk Liketh Shakespeare Day!' Then come, good fellows, and let us dream of dragons and finless fish, take but a moment and speak of clip-winged griffins and a ramping cat. The youth of England are on fire, and though men may sleep, some have knives with edges. Such words as his delight the eyes and fill the mind as the secret parts of fortune come to a handsome gentleman, as a stratagem to its quarter returns an ill-shaped fish with magnanimity! If you disagree, you are a stuffed cloak-bag of guts, a bolting-hutch of beastliness! (h/t David Hoyt)
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