Shakespeare's Birthday

[SpeedRacer 1]

Ok it was Friday. April 23rd.

whatever. Shakespeare rocks. post your fav. quotes:

Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.

William Shakespeare, "Julius Caesar"


Here's another one I found on the web. Evidently Shakespeare predicted farting on jump planes:

Blow winds blow and crack your cheeks.
--King Lear, during the storm, act 4

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[SpeedRacer 1]

Here's the Henry V speech to his troops before battle (gives me chills):


This day is called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian:'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.'
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day: then shall our names.
Familiar in his mouth as household words
Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember'd;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day!

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[Michele 1]

From MacBeth:

"Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by and idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."


From Othello:

"How poor are they that ha' not patience!
What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
Thou know'st we work by wit and not by witchcraft,
And wit depends on dilatory time."

Othello again:

"One that loved not wisely but too well."


Tempest:

"We are such stuff as dreams are made on."


Sonnet #130

"My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun,
Coral is far more red than her lips' red.
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hair be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfurmes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound.
I grant I never saw a goddess go:
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
And yet by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare."


Ciels-
Michele

~Do Angels keep the dreams we seek
While our hearts lie bleeding?~

[Guest]

"St. Crispin's Day" from Henry V is a fave of mine as well. I saw Patrick Stewart perform it in a one-man show in Baltimore a *long* time ago.

Here's a verbatim (didn't look it up on Gutenberg) quote from "Julius Caesar" that I'm fond of. I like to use it when I leave a job. For example, I sent it in a time-release email after I left Boeing, but my account was killed before it went out

Anyway, here it is. It's from near the end of the play; Brutus and Cassius are saying their goodbyes before the final battle.

"And whether we shall meet again I know not. Therefore, our everlasting farewell take. Farewell for ever and ever (, dear Brutus.)...(A)nd if we do meet again, why, we shall smile, and if not, why then this parting was well made."

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"The mouse does not know life until it is in the mouth of the cat."

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[Cliff Claven] It's a little known fact that The Bard himself was the original author of "The Hokey Pokey" [/Cliff Claven]

O proud left foot, that ventures quick within
Then soon upon a backward journey lithe.
Anon, once more the gesture, then begin:
Command sinistral pedestal to writhe.
Commence thou then the fervid Hokey-Poke,
A mad gyration, hips in wanton swirl.
To spin! A wilde release from Heavens yoke.
Blessed dervish! Surely canst go, girl.
The Hoke, the poke -- banish now thy doubt
Verily, I say, 'tis what it's all about.

[Misslmperfect 0]

"When you do dance, I wish you
A wave o' th' sea, that you might ever do
Nothing but that."

"What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving, how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension, how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me; no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so."

Oh Canada, merci pour la livraison!

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"There are more things in heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy."



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"The mouse does not know life until it is in the mouth of the cat."

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'Lover's and madmen have such seething brains' Midsummers Nights Dream

'Who would fardels bear to grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of something after death, the undiscovered country, from who's bourne no traveller returns, puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have, than fly to others we know not of.
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all and thus the native hue of resolution is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought and enterprises of great pitch a moment with this regard, their currents turn awry and lose the name of action.'

Hamlet - the best part and least quoted bit of the 'to be or not to be' speech

'like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
so do our minutes hasten to their end, each changing place with that which goes before
in sequent toil, all forwards do contend'
Sonnet

'make me a willow cabinet at your gate, and call upon my soul within the house. Write loyal cantons of contemned love and sing them aloud, even in the dead of night. Holler your name to the reverberate hills and make the babbling gossip of the air cry out 'Olivia' Oh you should not rest between the elements of earth and air but you should pity me.'
Twelfth Night or what you will - Cesario to Olivia,on behalf of Orsino


first few that come to mind, apologies for any mistakes - its a while since I've had to quote off the top of my head. Shakespeare was one of the greatest geniuses(geniuii?) to have ever lived, happy birthday
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[Skyrad 0]

Funny enough April 23rd was also the day he died. How fitting for our National bard.

When an author is too meticulous about his style, you may presume that his mind is frivolous and his content flimsy.
Lucius Annaeus Seneca

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On speed stars:
I 'll charm the air to give a sound,
While you perform your antic round: Macbeth

On bouncing:
who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him?
Macbeth

On the frustrations of jumping in England:
For the rain it raineth every day. Twelfth Night

On buying land for a drop zone:
Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren
ground. The Tempest

After a long day at the DZ:
Fill all thy bones with aches. The Tempest

On camping at the DZ after a party:
O, I have passed a miserable night,
So full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams. Richard III


On BASE jumping:
O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there! Hamlet

On his parachute:
this most excellent canopy! Hamlet

On AFF training:
Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, but use all
gently. Hamlet

On F111 canopies:
it be made of penetrable stuff. Hamlet

On AFF evaluators:
For I am nothing, if not critical. Othello

On FAR part 105:
But, for my own part, it was Greek to me. Julius Caesar

T10s:
These things are beyond all use,
And I do fear them. Julius Caesar

On being axed from a big-way:
This was the most unkindest cut of all. Julius Caesar

On winter jumps:
The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold. Hamlet

On skygods:
Since pride must have a fall,-and break the neck (Richard II)

On freeflyers who want to exit first:
The ripest fruit first falls. Richard II

On jump plane pilots:
his virtues will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against the deep damnation of his taking-off; Macbeth

On naked jumps:
the air nimbly and sweetly recommends itself
unto our gentle senses. Macbeth

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The only sure way to survive a canopy collision is not to have one.

[Guest]

Cute - I like 'em.

"Cry 'havoc!' and let slip the dogs of war, that this foul deed shall smell above the earth, with carrion men groaning for burial." - Julius Caesar

Student Skydivers:

"MALVOLIO
I am not mad, Sir Topas: I say to you, this house is dark.

Clown
Madman, thou errest: I say, there is no darkness but ignorance; in which thou art more puzzled than the Egyptians in their fog." - Twelfth Night

DZ.com Boogies:
"You are welcome, sir, to Cyprus.--Goats and monkeys!" - Othello

mh

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"The mouse does not know life until it is in the mouth of the cat."