Hey Will: you said “Light vanity, insatiate cormorant, Consuming means, soon preys upon itself.” I’m still here, dude!
You know Shakespeare was describing me when he wrote: “And though she be but little, she is fierce.”
Give me a break Ham, any idiot knows the difference between me and a handsaw regardless of the wind direction.
Shakespeare knew us so well when he said “though she be but little, she is fierce.” Don’t forget that.
Some are born great, others achieve greatness. I’ll let your decide how I got to be a Great heron.
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.’
The Bard of Avon was right: One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.
Okay people, the wind is Southerly. Am I a hawk or a handsaw?
What can I tell you, beauty is bought by judgement of the eye, and here is beauty so judge away.
Yeah, I know all the world’s a stage, but remind me is this stage right or stage left for my exit?