Cut thread and thrum

[nineweaving]

"I don't believe great art comes just from pure imagination - it also comes from life experience and a lot of pain."
                                                        --Roland Emmerich

My life, through ling'ring long, is lodg'd in lair of loathsome ways,My death delay'd to keep from life the harm of hapless days.My sprites, my heart, my wit and

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[steepholm]

Help gods, help saints, help sprites and powers that in the heaven do dwell!
Help ye that are to wail ay wont, ye howling hounds of hell!
Help man, help beasts, help birds and worms that on the earth doth toil!
Help fish, help fowl that flocks and feed upon the salt sea soil!

Thank God he lived before the discovery of microbes, or we'd have been here all night.

[nineweaving]

Hee!

Help plague, help pest, help pox of might that in my bones doth lodge
(The one I caught in Southwark stews from Tom, Dick, Joan, and Hodge)

Nine

[angevin2]

I love you so much.

[nineweaving]

Aw gee.

Nine

[negothick]

Sorry--your pastiche is not only more clever, it also rhymes and scans -unlike the original.

[nineweaving]

Thanks, I think. "Better than Oxford" isn't much to plume myself on.

Nine