a grave man
Friends, knaves, countrymen, lend me your ears; Look at you all! What is this crowded town of such folk? Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast. I can not tell what the dickens this place is! One would claim it to be a school, as all be in the “age of the turkey”, but where are these teachers? ALAS! All the great performers of Arabia can not sweeten this land!
As good luck would have it, I have followed the Prince here. What 's gone and what 's past help should be past grief, but his eyes are filled with noble tears- one’s I couldn’t stand, so I left. Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze; I will not budge for no man's pleasure. And before I do, I shall pry myself from the jaws of death before moving a single foot! Ah, the immortal passado! The punto reverse! The hai! The PRINCE! Still weeping for his lost love of a girl so rare of a higher house. I would write my dear friend Romeo a letter, on a such a delicate script of paper to show him my care, but alas, poor Romeo! He is already dead; stabbed with a white wench’s black eye! Scurvey, passionate, romantic knave.
In this place; the days are hot, but no Capulets abroad. The streets I was from were scraped in bawl, and for now, these hot days, is the mad blood still stirring. These violent delights have violent ends. And in their triumph die, like fire and powder.
But to Florida! I like this place and willingly could waste my time in it; and with the broad hand of this time I shall bring the depth of my tales! The first thing I shall do; kill all the lawyers! After I unpack.
Edit: Love, love, love! How is it that the first time I check this.. mockery of a journal is it filled wiht everyone speaking of LOVE? They do not love that do not show their love. The course of true love never did run smooth. Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love! ANd there they all go adding to clouds more clouds with their deeps sighs. Alas, their love, so gentle in their views should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! If you are all done, I shall draw thee from the mire of this sir-reverence love, wherein thou stick it up to the ears. Can you not SEE you are burning daylight!
As good luck would have it, I have followed the Prince here. What 's gone and what 's past help should be past grief, but his eyes are filled with noble tears- one’s I couldn’t stand, so I left. Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze; I will not budge for no man's pleasure. And before I do, I shall pry myself from the jaws of death before moving a single foot! Ah, the immortal passado! The punto reverse! The hai! The PRINCE! Still weeping for his lost love of a girl so rare of a higher house. I would write my dear friend Romeo a letter, on a such a delicate script of paper to show him my care, but alas, poor Romeo! He is already dead; stabbed with a white wench’s black eye! Scurvey, passionate, romantic knave.
In this place; the days are hot, but no Capulets abroad. The streets I was from were scraped in bawl, and for now, these hot days, is the mad blood still stirring. These violent delights have violent ends. And in their triumph die, like fire and powder.
But to Florida! I like this place and willingly could waste my time in it; and with the broad hand of this time I shall bring the depth of my tales! The first thing I shall do; kill all the lawyers! After I unpack.
Edit: Love, love, love! How is it that the first time I check this.. mockery of a journal is it filled wiht everyone speaking of LOVE? They do not love that do not show their love. The course of true love never did run smooth. Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love! ANd there they all go adding to clouds more clouds with their deeps sighs. Alas, their love, so gentle in their views should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! If you are all done, I shall draw thee from the mire of this sir-reverence love, wherein thou stick it up to the ears. Can you not SEE you are burning daylight!