"So frowned he once, when in an angry parle,
He smote the sledded Pollocks on the ice."
- Shakespeare, Hamlet, I, i
” “So frowned he once, when in an angry parle,
He smote the sledded Pollocks on the ice.”
- Shakespeare, Hamlet, I, i “
That’s what I love about FR. I know I can always get a dollop of Shakespeare now and then. Now if you can add a bit of Poe’s Lenore some midnight, I will be eternally richer. :)
“O Oysters, come and walk with us!”
The Walrus did beseech.
“A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each.”