Bawdy Bard Smatterings

Poets United


art thou but
A dagger of the mind,
A false creation
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
(Macbeth)



Take you me for a sponge ,my Lord ?
 ( Hamlet )




There are a sort of men whose visages
Do cream and mantle like a standing pond
And do a wilful stillness entertain
With purpose to be dressed in an opinion
Of  wisdom, gravity, profound conceit

( Merchant of Venice )




I am one sir, that comes to tell you your daughter and the moor are now making the beast with two backs
(Othello)



Hell is empty. And all the devils are here.
(The Tempest) 



The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man doth know himself to be a fool.
(As You Like It ) 




Tis in my memory lock'd
And you yourself shall keep the key to it

( Hamlet)



The wren goes to't,and the small gilded fly does lecher in my sight. Let copulation thrive.
(King Lear)




As flies to wanton boys
are we to gods
They kill us for their sport
(King Lear)