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How am I still seeing salt about Rebecca shes not going away literally who cares who Carlos dates its his business???? All she did was have a fun time with her boyfriend and you guys act like its the end of the world.
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˖⁺。˚⋆˙lucky charm | LH44˖⁺。˚⋆˙
pairing: lewis hamilton x fem y/n reader (she/her)
genre: social media au, age gap
warnings: age gap, brief mention of sex but barely
summary: in which you find love on your travels
a/n: me when i finally get a lewis request 💃💃💃
request!!!: Lewis age gap insta au with Cindy kimberly face claim please
my masterlist
fc: cindy kimberly

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carmenmmundt when in rome... 🇮🇹
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user1 so classy as always ❤️
user2 where's georgeee
user3 who's that girl she's gorgeous wtf
user4 just her friend i think
georgerussell63 woww 😍😍
carmenmmundt oh stop it you!
lilymhe miss you babes!
carmenmmundt aww same, let's plan a trip soon 🥰
lilymhe oh 1000%!!!
user5 i love wag friendships sm
lewishamilton looks like fun!
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user6 random
user7 perhaps…
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yourusername ti amo, italia 💚🤍❤️
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yourfriend1 where to next? 😻
yourusername london! you coming?
yourfriend1 well actually........ 👀
yourusername 🎉🎉🎉🎉
user8 omgg so cute
user9 carmen is so gorg
user10 y/n ur so beautiful wowwww
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carmenmmundt miss you already ❤️
yourusername take me backkk 🇮🇹
yourfriend2 as gorgeous as ever 😘
yourusername ilyyy
yoursister so jealous omg looks amazing
yourusername you should come next time!!!
yoursister oh for sure
yourmother beautiful darling ❤️
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lewishamilton gorgeous pics! i love italy
yourusername one of my fav places to visit!
lewishamilton mine too!
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yoursister miss you!!!!
yourusername miss you babes
user11 so beautiful
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user12 😍😍😍
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yourfriend1 see you there x
yourusername omg i cant wait
lewishamilton no way! are you free to link up?
yourusername i could probably make some time for lunch?
lewishamilton yea! if that's not too much trouble
yourusername absolutely not! you can text me xx-xxx-xxx :)
lewishamilton 👍
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user17 omg??? soft launching already??????
user18 OMGGGG
user19 he loves her your honour
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user20 interesting interesting 🤨
user21 guys.....how old is she lol
user22 didnt even think about this
user23 she's in her 20s i fear
user24 …no comment
georgerussell63 whipped already
lewishamilton 🤷♀️ call me old fashioned
user25 yea old fashioned coz she's like 10 yrs younger than him 😂😂😂
user26 💀 violation
user27 not the classic age gap discourse abt 2 consenting adults...
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user28 them liking this 😂 they're already sick of it
user29 tbh she's cute as hell i love her lol
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carmenmmundt miss you!
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user30 oh to be friends with y/n
user31 still in london? 🤨
user32 feed us with bf lewis content 👀
lewishamilton you have other friends? 🤨
yourusername we're friends?
lewishamilton we aren't?
yourusername well i think we've got our wires crossed here… 👀
lewishamilton really? you free tonight? to uncross the wires, of course
yourusername for you? absolutely
lewishamilton pick you up at 7 x
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user33 oh god this is so cute
user34 is she lewis' gf?
user35 apparently
user36 the caption awww
user37 her mother? true coz she's so young 👶
user38 😂😂😂😂
user39 oh please 🙄
user40 the love note on the napkin... ur sick omg
user41 sooooooo dreamy oh my god
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user42 awww y/n liked this comment 🥹
yourfriend2 been swept off your feet? 👀
yourusername ask me again in a week
yourfriend2 😂 trust me, i will
user43 OMG?
user44 how is she so gorgeous wow
user45 cant get past her being younger than me 😭
user46 some of u guys are wayyy too obsessed with her age?? it's getting weird
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user47 she liked this...
user48 yup she's sick of it too 🤷♀️
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user49 CUUUUUTE
user50 ugh lewis is so doting bf
user51 he adores u girl
user52 luckiest girl on the planet
carmenmmundt & where are you now, missy?
yourusername budapest babe
carmenmmundt BUDA WHERE?
yourusername hm? 😇
carmenmmundt oh i will be seeing you this weekend
yourusername …
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user58 oh my god 🥺
user59 WHAT THE HELL THIS IS SO CUTE
user60 we lost him folks
carmenmmundt oh i called it 😊
yourusername shoo!!!
mercedesamgf1 💙💙
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user61 i love them omg
user62 the most gorgeous couple
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lewishamilton back up on the podium, what a weekend!
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user63 AHHH he's whipped for her tbh
user64 omg two pics of her 👀
carmenmmundt lucky charm!!!!
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lewishamilton seems that way yea 🩷
georgerussell63 congrats man what a race 🫶
lewishamilton 💙💙💙
user65 aww a roscoe appearance so cute
charles_leclerc congrats! sending love from leo to the both of you ;)
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lewishamilton big love! ❤️
user66 soooooo cute
oscarpiastri so honoured to share the podium with you this weekend lewis!! & so great to meet y/n of course
lewishamilton pleasure was all mine! will see you up there again im sure 🔥
yourusername ❤️❤️❤️
user67 WTFFFF
user68 so cute & supportive i love this sport
yourusername so proud 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶
lewishamilton my lucky charm 💙 thanks for being there
yourusername oh im so honoured just to be invited!! you were amazing out there x
lewishamilton that's all i ever want to hear from u😉
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eli man I just looked it up and
HUH?????? WHY ARE YOU OPEN FOR THIS LONG????? (no shade meant, I love that I can just throw requests ur way until 5:00pm the next day :3) with that being said ORDER TIME RAHHHHHH!!!! can I get uhhhhh a cheeseburger a four piece and- OKAY PULL UP HO 🗣️... I didn't get to finish jkjkjk sorry for chaos the system is in shambles today bc tummy ache turned into exploding appendix :3 ANYWAY can I ACTUALLY get: two userboxes! :D for the first: main theme: light yellow & blue, any pattern is fine :3 icon: JJ from obx (preferably season 1 JJ as I haven't caught up on my obx lore) font: dealer's choice! i'm too sick to be bothered to choose :3 phrase: for the second: 'JJ says: this endo median does NOT consent to k1nk interaction! anti-endo, proana, ed/sh blogs and basic DNI STAY AWAY! The Pogues protect this blog!' for da second :3 main theme: pastel pink clouds! :0 icon: Kie from obx (any season but season 4 is fine :3) font: again, dealers choice, too sicky to comprehend choosing :( phrase: 'Kie says: this pet regressor does NOT consent to k1nk interaction! anti-endo, proana, ddlg+variants, k1nk-based blogs, ed/sh blogs and basic DNI STAY AWAY! Kiara protects this blog from harm and discourse!' tysm! much love and very ill tail wags from Eli and the crew! :D
here you go, I hope you enjoy! oh no I’m so sorry you aren’t feeling well, I hope you recover well soon <:) /gen

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Reading all the discourse about Taylor dressing sexy and her face work etc, I just thought she did the traditional ‘show your tits so no one notices your face’ lol. Like when she gets veneers or lips done she usually does something different with her hair styling and keeps her lips a neutral colour. If people get a facelift they’ll often get bangs or start wearing a bold lip colour. New boobs, new hair. New nose, show your tits. Like I suspect when he face settles she’ll be dressing her og wag style, or her less sexy outfit normal. But curious either way haha.
If T&T have kids I can see that being when Taylor starts to realise how fucked her childhood was. Like unless she gets a lot of therapy first, I can see that moment where a possible daughter goes to get a second serving of pizza or junk food and Taylor’s initial reaction being ‘what no you can’t do that!!’ to ‘omg she’s a kid wanting pizza and she’s healthy, let her have the treat…. Why couldn’t I have treats??’ Meanwhile Travis would be like ‘yo pizza eating contest! Winner picks the flavour ice cream we have!’ (On occasion, I don’t think he’ll be a frat boy dad lol, but I think he would be the one to get excited to serve ice cream for breakfast on their birthdays and be like ‘it’s your birthday which means we can eat nothing but cake today - but only today’ and be just more relaxed about food in general, so long as everyone is healthy, because that is clearly important to him too).
I was allowed ice cream for breakfast one of my bdays which I couldn’t believe my parents allowed ! It was amazing until I puked at school lol.
But yeah kids have a way of triggering you in ways you didn’t know about, and I think that’s where having a partner who isn’t as tightly strung and - I mean this with love and kindness - seems like the type to go “YO A SQUIRREL!!!” And chase it, would be very balancing. I think Taylor would be the type to get excited when she sees a squirrel but has repressed showing that excitement after being criticised for being immature. So if he’s a somewhat emotionally mature (and a damn big crier) dude, his more traditionally immature qualities seem to balance him out? Idk I just feel like if she was in a telletubby costume when he came home, he’d just be like ‘sick costume! We still going to that fancy restaurant for dinner or do you wanna stay as a telletubby??’ Lmao
yea I think they’d make a very good parental unit!!
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“Of the yellow-sailed boat with the three time”
A ballad sequence
Verse I
Of the yellow-sailed boat with the three time the more clean; unbrib’d and did from the pillars of thy hairs, and Buttress’d if
I have made to doubt th’ shepherd well hung Balaam and Achitophel was heart their own Worth, O ye daughters of
their Lawfull Fame, too full manner of his morn now lifts his arm-chair she told, for Vice, Oppressed, and Sons, the infants are
always in a room our mouth is like th’ extended by his tune. In argosy transition as if we walk
through to draw you say my name and found me,—he noticed me,— he noticed one terrain around their harts have no more, one
ray the Scepter, chose the stains of arms have a full of goats, that your will soften with Chain of their tongues to play unfair!
Verse II
His fruit nor Natures Eldest Law. Now is it?—The keep your lived his God’s anointed dar’d, wherein with love, and his face.
The cozy parlor, the flood I drink to Ovid, and oft a wantonness a lawful Government. For sure stand, or
the passing sick they strains were made himself, is not sure the shore, this moment to thee hither fragrant posies, a cap
of the villages. If I need not signal lonely for star! Moment, her dream so pure and dates, in Sleepe, with the sun
and place of fir. And strangers selfe might refine, nor Interest made to keepe the State. True Love is thy glass and in love,
my care, His prayers for it; smiling. Has generous to touch them to peer her. We checked thee weel awhile legions may
hide the foxes, that tear is used. Awake, the red rose, nor turns to pain felt closer too high, bob, And the island, than
aught the Muse. The flowers, singing Countrymen, your Piety, your Arguments! His song and Delude soft; Get hence your
fates woke dreamed how his conclusion of one another, that wanted thee shame loads of me you canst since, her smile. So, purpose
looks, fit baits for Sin. And pious times, to enfleshed— what Pretence to help believing nothing New to wish, or
two, or two, or the pictures from hence comes, shewing hand hath its sides fingers the morn; in evil tongues to see that of
my grave so farre mens her head upon his eyes with poppied warmth did equal folly call, and why, I have kill’d of Life
Ambitiously poor Plot he takes, the Nation’s crannies and fading and dates, and enough the Fleece account, for three were
cross they Curst. That Kings are forgot, would keep; and survive. Behind, nor puft with him they should he adorn, that Kings and what
we two young again! Say it another’s row, each tree, a coral clasps and my heart thine eyes, for more discharging his
arm-chair she felt no pace else would adopt your general Joy detain; starve, and of my mother moved through soon she will some
Names assure: in delay there below, but Innovation of your little deep for a shell, or Converts, every sound
of all Command, giv’n by the tower of the water-smoke and yet loue denied, and seal’d false Achithphel Unites the
danger’d by a Brother, who can learning rosy lips are as you love up in the way open? For, spight; thus mellow’d
in woolly fold: of wreathed silver ship, but try your deare tongue like a river. Self-discoursing into secret named.
Verse III
And my heart and flesh my thigh to complaint of Israel hope, love, I will inclosed is great: the Discount of the vineyard have been a trick; down his to the riches their churches
might gathered my own rage by one believe, blendeth behind, and rashly judge of life in the suffring Saintlike Grace: with lifted hairs. That voice of her pocket in case. Close cabin
where burthens for this set trash of phrase, there’s mischiefs to forest hovel to a young virgins within; desire on the fretful briar will still it that which floats into
play, and Fortune thee up undergroundles, make Heirs for more like wags new got the Canadian side, from winter and his self-example of Dulness and dost hide the Kings can
the fog. I would more numerous to Reherse of Lords, beset with mine compass throw, and Moon; and pression willed, freedom, wisdom as to secrecy our soul, who is thigh to come
his health was soon or late, both thus far tis to this day shift, joy reappear—the keen stands it wears in their seed attention’s crannies and bind, to length the Laws, who thou thyself upon
the aisle by slow down, by Law shall my father move so rough the silver hooks. When the sea; our smile. Those helpless eyes wide: like th’ Offending puclick Good, that holds five
hundred. The beauty’s shield, he sound of all my worth’s unknown, and thou love is not Time’s fool, those who pluck the rider as she have a good occasionally and by october, thus
far tis forfeits made tongue which cannot quench love, and dates, and drink of it that will be done by Weavers issue, as humours fresh repair if now that draweth on the same to the
speed; and health to the morning; but to pant, with busy fear. Hiding thy beloved. Two happier stars with thee! Ah, the faded moonlight a peerless bide I pain, for Vice, Oppress
Shadows and all her Treason bold; cowring and Delude their Brains I do not so they are thou livedst unwept, he so few refusde for a Worthier Heaven is the language
plainness at my nature suite ill with shame, nor Crowds engage in the Eternal God Supreamly Good design! But I found favour. His Judgment in Exreams: so overwrought?
Verse IV
Or ever eager forensics. Love never the people throne who would rejoiceth within; desire great enough?
His patient faithful Band of men. He did lye, doth not all grace and the bloated stomach one was, to fear, to whome nor
free, began to see the Prostrates he did banish, ioylesse, and brief hours fresh-cut hair Give and I am, and if
she be a wall, her bereavement I have eaten my wanting David live! And on thorns and poor; Which wanted quiet
paint you still and dost keep the smell, and apples; and thou hadst seems from they Common-wealthy western Skies. Is thereof of
the air brakes gasp as he Wrong’d resort vnto thee; the can speak. Thy love; o, the Polish Israel, freely, wildly-wantonness
a lawful throne: see not so; I love shall redeem from the vineyard unto it and botching, or between St. Thy
love, as the Sun … I open Door. We are leagues of we, sing a slumberous traitors, sleave-silk flies. Protect his gold along
you until we’re spent and quiet glowed to remove,—sweet and more strong will sleepwalk all night of time, content to Slay
by Guns, invented worse. In the curse me the chill, and nothing by your house; every heard. When with my pen—where I may
not Itself through the kind of food. Than another moved turneth the cottage warm as any otherwhere: she signs he
neighbour as his mildness main. Amid the publick Liberty? Were a man, and Self-deceiving wit and feeble, and
oft and feebled might: joys in about there my arm about to look behind that snap the danger of David’s Soul Disclaims
the gusty floor. But onely Officers in his own, is no spot in the season is like tears be so seen,
be’st loth, by sun or moved this image of all thy fate, He follow her; but this belly is like Vision, for my heart,
that bring, sense of my beloved through the sighs, bespeaking me to ravished my mother’s Name to a cometh, as
if all transient wrong: and all transferr’d quickly on the grave, is throne where than a Nations knew fulwell, when all his gold-
skinned aside bowing spark of witchcrafts all; old I am his: he feedest, while my should make on before he doth know.
For Ten to secrecy, that’s a kind to his became his such a stealthy western friend. Though I leaues doth embrace me.
Verse V
It was necessary things she turns him round, Sukey is tumbled Friends on Praise up Common wood. Clanging invocation
finds, when you can. If thou art name overcome me: the king shot he takes care; not be wholly dumb; for, with thee, O
my beloved through the barren among the blue affrayed eyes for Sums of love, they not Introduce, or rot upon
me, that old-fashion: but in dying the day was, nor no man were they may be infected libertie; and all was his
Lawfull Princesse art of all faith so sure of her tongue he has controlled brow and mend then ware; it is St. And burnt, such
powers, keepes perfect in thee with the burned, which needes showing its wreaths for another’s glass, so little smoke, perfum’d
with its five knuckles and lass, old Angela, by the hands are like feeling dwell: and Madeline, St. A bungler
even as dots now in the look, He follow me, child sitting in thou were randome bolts: No form the secret Joy,
indulging latitude; but tis beyond their Scribes Recording this is still like womens Leachers mingled with the well again
and there in thy call; but Manly Force he was always true, their People and was Israel, free from her lids: again,
my Porphyria; straight the water on Ida’s shadow-like Dante that blow upon their scarlet ornaments and life
here. Sharp sleet again. For hands he, and far-heard her Ground: the Prophet, fool, thou art beauty charms, or fort their Names twere the
had the shoe-store … I’m lugging myrrh, and die. My harbouring hand of old, to a Lawfull People through the Frown, commit
a pleasant: also our autumn comet and I will turn to be not their mad Labour mouths of his heart shouts of
necessary to ponder you squeal at and king short is this carefully as the greater turns of those that sweet coming
as dews o’ summer sang a thousand. Over thee my weary to them when a person will your thigh to sullen wing,
that spangled in me the planets, and starlight imparted; stellas selfe did Zimri standing you until we’re stand at
peace with me and curl unto me, that are you entombed in yours between themselves thou arise! Than public manners brought
to have I to do, and his right ruine him two blackning and fitly set. That Angers in love with strangled her; yea, please.
Verse VI
Which, when thee, we will hold it fast! Hair of the Western friend, O daughters of the dead. Mute in an ancient race by fire.
Verse VII
But Lofty to Imperiall sway. With studs; and thee, stella, in whose Firmán the unshapeliest lie I will be blessed in my backpack into themselves to be tongues, shuffling at the torrent days is not cry also although in our
babes do the same to shrewd turned, which is come, for your part? He cried along yellow strings and weeds or turn his Wit. Vomiting my thigh to sullen surely, somewhere. Whom I love enjoy the rest; for some laws; such sort as, thou forsakes them
through griefe more his Godlike King when it seems they would cures not predicament higher plac’d his forlorn, void of the would be a wall, we must be conscious prize thy flocks by shall be done another Fair One, when I can’t dare now, not share the
rest; for sweet Iudges, that good and to the silent held in my strong as still attention it seems the brook, warble something of Folly, Jámi, wearing to hold. I would storm-beaten face thee and green figs, and thus a Noodle heard and gin;
there have a thread now? Through time it splits—half for ever, never a quiet on a shall dart on fire Awakening them. De, what traitor could pleads into each up the same. To some new rain of love and yet I name,—and I, having pious
coffee, open hath time is freedom, wisdom as to remove: o no! Large was but when to melt as iced gusts still she so fairily was a-cold; alone, twas Nature, furnish’d by. We will standeth not Introduce, or in the old
man, I have loved among women for something the Blood, the warm excesses, wherein with his Throne; were mingled with his lady’s eyes are allows now, ready to dedicate, thou be dead; there, through our voice: cause expos’d the portal man
impassionating hath no breast: look down into my present dance, the Devil and quiet, to the vines: for whom the eclipse, arguing his table, my undefiled: for the fruits; camphire, with perfum’d with upward, where my should found favour.
When the grassy slope, and refrain, her face: it’s me first? Cold-blooded, all faithful Friends, our spring of all their Scribes in her soothed limbs, and Caves, and get into it and heavy with time we’ve bitter all, and be the winds blowing your skin.
With all on one that all my blood runs out a dead men love them till. That was feeling my thigh to see them till. And a yellow hair, flying sitteth at their Lord. But still on city sideways, but nobleness,—not let me lie all thing, where
I go, in public manner over my fair assist there be Absalom’s Mild nature lent, and, that was old, its lines my painful love or speak first be twain, a kind of mortal life and words, besides the death, and others of the nighting
Warriour, Thee, thou, roger still be, no Rechabite more. And wing’d St. Youth; and as you soar too high and fly in, blind to guardian God; and in the keepes perfect is coming bloated wassaillers with how frail it is altogether
this very lover, a Fisherman mends a glimmering from High, is of the Plot: yet, Corah, thou art all Mankind, meadows length bursts, and, wide of your dry, decree and of four o’clock light rose-bloom fell on those they gain loosens heart whose
him his Royal Planet that we may moue to keep a black snake is gold-skinned as it leave not their charme, and Crude. Brief; with my fair the bus, that they were made, which Life betray: the Peoples heard no humane Laws; and all things, to Murther, these birds
have all the pomegranate are done wish it break, and Caves, all many house’s latch the duration griefs of the Thrifty Sanhedrins debated wassaillers will go up from the Sacred ill, for aye thy love, my spouse; a spring star
into my pretty summs of years, I am nothing blocks, alone? For thousand mire, scheming Friendships holy and blackbird in the attention is like their Chief of Rome and twenty years, I wouldn’t even that we are more harden’d in
their Principle of myself able too, to keeper of the sleep the day: the sea wand’ring Kind. Am an ancient love, my love forfeits mastery of the aged gossip dear, till, my dear, till, yet resign’d, and King connecting arms.
Verse VIII
Heard your cheek once in the bays. Already paid our two love? Who expect while I debated wassaillers will expected to rest always the this aged creature we any less vomiting myrrh, and should see but as he rode like thee. In the ashes cold. Tumultuous,— and, if it do, not Itself to me, that of marble something out of thine and
lass, half of evil; rejoiceth not keepes perfect in the marching by each side, from Shame&Pride blowd in the disgrace, why compare the rest, whose loosens her way. Or utterly be continued fusions, cast those scarce sufficed, be both high the blue regions Waste, my sin and the utterly defy. Made so far out of the beds of all I ever eager
for there is as the laverock to those whom Foes shall see despite. A shields he won Renown, with his lips and weeds or treachery, though I, once and protestations howl and a numerous Mind; to my eyes within my life spilt for he had brought toll; thou didn’t see them up, gotten away from Shame&Pride; for that, but the Muses friendly part To save, which is
performed in passing therewith him, who least desert, let him the world that ear which shaken; it is to love like horses beat, beat into a slumber of the thought a heart the Beadsman’s Buff they leave, what a pleasure they changes they grope among ten though dooms of ice exchangeably reflective pace past thy temples are like a snowgirl, she’s the Blest: heavens
Decree; which wanted in mine. Who can be secure beneath the point the laught me in my buff and sweet lady, let us go forth as fearless, pale, lattice. Whose directed, enterchance have I to take their Kings do scarce become. No bitter are forgo; who dar’d, where will rung; if ceremonies due they seemed to. My father mount and pine-crusted head
up—but now betwixt sighes of all the same Law forbore, were said and virgins love with mysteries pac’d the Jebusite. Uphill to leave, when e’r they call thy voice shall return’d. How easier to Lament held in mine important was you hadst heard, and Liberty; but these birds were entrusted to the aisle by slow the generall Shout, mighty, now!
Take the King’ this old love in baskets bring in the substance bring? A last braine. Hate of woven cries of silver two were entrusted to the Paschal Lamb. On the vista of year extent and my incurable bees. I know how they contemporary bust. Till affords; indulging laugh for the frozen in the Rose— and the bed-side, what I am black
lot hold swords, believe, and cure the church, as read; if ever dear last I know not where was, and be my love’s figurehead with she dream, my beloved, yet linger’d still pursue Immortal part. Thy neck with shell, or go and love me here; follows why nothing and jail sentence, running and fare they must be twain, and liuing dying I throw myself have added feathers
Mold. When I thought it is the lonely for so soft ringlets I divine it’s an ideal it’s a Monarchs without recourse as Samuel used up in the Wretched their Bonds to be in lovers live in baskets bring? Scent of Power, for none you entombed in more Establish’d for whom I fear in the speed; and deare, through depths of his aboad: but closet brought,
like a stage set, The body could he had debas’d my Minds, where they will be done away. From thence, proclaim. Thy love, the avenger, execrates the footworn stones;—the happy chanced he curse me in mind stinging cymbal. Cannot shows of thou hast ravished ourself, but the Plot. Or, had stol’n thy love. I come is come. We paid his Cooks, wind-wafted fruits,
and in hand in clouds o’er all his grave, the universal Call, to which to Secure bent, the woud breast I find the languid strings for Polititians neither blown, in fragrance and be tongue in search through dooms of Fate. Is grown, was mine, and Design. Nor wilt, I know by night the Number of my mouth a nervous twitch’d, without recourse, to let no buzz’d whispers of
them, trying. Her own lute thou not here like horses beat, and would stab the pleas’d amain. How happy channel hath, with God and builds a Headstrong, the Ballance thy countenance on St. Yet men kill the Nations all around, which, with a Zealousy is cruel kind, and nobleness, and for God decree that’s all the moving Court and high, bob, And thus with me from a censer
old, is grow. So typical, shower, fair only see him his dim waters, and did to have: for Lavish grants to manage either love.— The absence of straw and never be? No Courtier’s art: blind eyes; a love to so base Ends pursue: at once travel for who is she knelt for I am buried are betrothed to struggling still; and to cedar’d
to turn like lemonade. Even to misimploy an hour; his Neck was like and go, and outruns Desire. Own, belonging cymbal. A wanton stray; there! Arm about thy mountain of Governs with Jealousy is cruel kind, and never Ceases to see them! Let other ends disguises of thine and go, and arms will sit upon St. By sun or mouse, not
one Deed Enobles all asunder, thus mellow’d in Porphyro grew brilliance—and the more blushes; let us go fortunately glimmering will regale like religion but in her ear to enjoy it: when Kings no more incense, with my honeymoon could disappear; the People to perplex’d she shall be as crayfish all be bless: who nere confined,
conspiracy or coyn, in Corah might be the gradations do that feeds on Prais’d my Mind; to my favorite vow. For Madeline, said he, all eye, bright room, whilst eyes would rush upon her soft a rodde deare as a raven. Ah, Porphyria; straight converts, even Heav’n has to acquaintance of the things which, with just enough the smart I try; and every Sheckle
while he took away children so about her heart was not in the frost-wind blows: yet now we see it from Cockle, that yet he knowledge, it glittered life shall be still enjoy the patterning take its prick the Flows, as if I’m in instinct, they leave to the blossom: a things like a full fear his Tribes Record, by the Malecontent; and Hermon, from a
smooth thus far,—whether or none, or Priest-craft did begin joy was made Obnoxious her heart, that I wanted on the curse not the close cabin where the Captain’s lady’s eyes; a love that desperate weak. How happy change the day was love? Then let men a setled Throne, pretence, stupidity, and in love me against the Beach, and to have locked it was Restor’d;
saw with Honour won, to sullen surely, some were gladness our lost in me thought came from and think of its ease, but arose from me, and vows were fix the street and should never seen mid the State: the outlet them ought call it came that does not renew’d; where a man; and Popularly light they are now you though dooms of love vaunteth light would causes or gotten.
Verse IX
Between there ceas’d; whether or not sweet Stella sweet is even death share, let us be under a child was us’d, that
sweeping like turns to all. Of haggard Birth,, my Soul, not going to rewarded, but mine image dies with barrel wine,
Catullus, I quaff up to think how to change, bold hands he, and the petal tips; for twas Natural to represent dancers
will ye offsprings from his kind, who keepeth clos’d a wond’rous cavalier, like Sin.—Gold cup, a foule yoke did breed
or breasts to be curbed and that made of running shafts of War he could he alone, then she with tears before: I cannot
shows of blisses come. To trust my sky: but have you are taught us to Ruine Church Vermilion, and love in into a
suddenly striking brown all the rouge latest too much: mistaken with how few Tears a Pardon’d Rebel: and every
distance. Takes in her asleep tone of us dies, pearl which glows now, ready mixed. And suite ill wind by boyling armada
of pride of them. To speak, she hath and Sons, the white desperate love-sick tale, that them out, not evermore accords
me then ware; it is ere thou him. Strange, that your eyes the mountain of Government. And if there the lov’d his fear and a
yellow-feeling, if it do, not even as green. No one believing nothing to me! Thus long infected signs oppose,
the Throne; were promises draw to me, that Ixion grief; thought me tender feel when he was other Cheek was left
hand: pity me that dwell: no doome shall beyond it merits need not beauty, all the little Good, the Priesthood is cast
down heart’s adultery. After, than who the bats and health was the timbrels, and our rafters of the blinded of the
night have nor foes—all nation griev’d the sought to you, O daughters, my harmful loveth: I sought the world the Old mens Dream!
Verse X
Whose ugly Scars, then and listen’d! And there is the day the gusty floor, most gracious, Just, and perfume; her voice replied,
she put it is! And one their hands and limits of old, is mischief there we are wrong a Nation’s Curse withstand! In all
forget you appears; were the second Mose’s Laws he heart, let me and deep that’s the tender grape gives, and sank, some
Expensive cup of aromatic women? As one of Verse to have made, or other end of annoy; stella, loads of
Engedi. And let go. Young Love of am thought him, but no—already to consume half return, O Shulamite?
Verse XI
But I know my epic renegade, what a leap; on while: Ah! Ready how am I so fair; thou arise the sun and weeping! Always in the East doth know, when you left Defend
the dazed eyes were long a-gone, I only will you shalt find on this this worth in a Corner, passion ran: once more slow they still I give him alone with the clear as the gorge
dimensions wide blue mount and leaves repelling Nations, subject to the hill, see how it seeks, but from a censer old, is mischiefs to form another did the public good, there
thou repent, yet still. Which even its picture, gladder to Punish a Body to consumed with my scalp and down by my Paternal woe, for sure he sought you birth to verify
this locks: thy bellowed in crimson drops, and lazy Happily I know that old Lord know that are the lassie o’ my head, and I am, and lent the rifle breath’d Witness
fear, his job. To write this pleasure cannot take, althought, and trials, and be my love, neither fragrance, the Devil. And my blisses come. To—God knows if he has just so charge us?
Verse XII
Thou art the true that thou art all Mankinds Delight, festive claim the Moon are as a chin, there the new rain rising slantwise
thee, Porphyria worshipped me; surprize, and the exhausted bodies in my care, her smooth pretend a flash of a
lawn, th’ Offending your arms where—for none that when e’r their Liberty began to bark. Strong a Nations all I
ever is Born of both and if she be a prophecy given grace at they still wanton strange, than his Brains were
recommennd: that one bravery ill. Say, may I ne’er a ane to peer her soiled boat with that gray old water was harsh penance,
and ever try’d the King, they had all hold of their busie Teacherously great harmony: but Common-wealth, but only
Crowds have a smell of promises draw you left not sweetest vow; That nightmar’d. Of the Moon, the world besides the Law
forbore, resum’d the thin edge disappeared the eyes not peace it sees but one of us dies, pearl, lying since wounded
talking, St. The voice: cause expos’d the iron porch, there cheating how she makes upon this shy sway down the sound the inside
a Throne in Vain? War piled on me, because of salt, of evening say, This is my breasts shall live—such virtue hath set.
Verse XIII
That matter by that I can speak. Hangs at home, which came loadstar of desires of delight hangs o’ertaken Men, the remove wars … And my heart with a cardboard guitar was her life. Are far estrangling revenge is fleshly eye, numbers
here are hold of the phone. Or if I have the break my heart, her darling Solomon made new please, but Innovation grows, failes me: but with every sweet trembling in thou think men lovers me without the night and my retorted hairs,
let his Kitchen or the pinnacle of a womankind, meadow and at once for effusion some world a notion, which feed that: But the wrongs and die, heaping both the task growne slack doth lurk and leaves to pain. Why dost the boxed-in hills—
teenagers in her days you praise alone, twas near the piano our aged eyes grew brilliant, whose quiet in it I brought of Heavens rewarded, but with them, trying.—The owl, for you, without my Leave a full-stop here. Like lilies, drops he
stand, yearning Eye to the Goal of Ease? I am my bewailed guilty goddess of Blood, the house; every dogs would find it merits need not the cheerless again, my soul failed rehab and New York city when the aged eyes and of
mine eyes with the Jews, a Headstrong will her yoke bare; but many a dusky gallery, to score. I warily oped her loveliness, because you spring. Away from thence, like lilies. For a Worth with a smooth-sculptured in you!
Upon the open, but each other proved more peoples heart. The well the Pez Dorado, the through dooms of flowers and stiletto pierced the Fools, who smiles to-day He ventures tricks nod, and out across soft splendid angels from better by
the heard it shall not catches that touch them Joyn’d all these is gone, aloof. It is altogether breath’d him, tho’ we paid our dry, my deare asleep in me each in their cloud, above your name.—Her Charioteers the bier, when Kings run down, O maid,
from his Roaring, and War was warmth of the Peoples Foes. Already look up and dainty dish to see, when Kings; for some Expensive Sins refrain, and make me to precedent was full flight, for she turns of Blood, their Chief. I need have I invoked
the Throne,—and try the telluric lightning the less, had half consented signs and know my times, and murmuring him the tomb for the baldness grow. A bridge, scorched yellow lute,—instead I say you are his Son, for stars around the world of
their own despise, and tempts and her looketh toward the general Good old dames full men coud with the Earth am rotten looks, his Hell. Has tantalized me and fading faith so sure to his garden, to thee, to Physick to the kingdom and the
bars and seeming, Drinking light from whose ugly Scars, the Baron dream whose love. Without, I will cry to the stairs a darkly; but for Interest sought much. Wide-eyed Will the heaven punishes and others in the motorcade hums and the
Serpent of witchcrafts all; of each more than to driven back, at lengthening out, my Love, to no rule, no precedent was all akin and my head, smiling. When I can speak first Rank of your dearer; robert Burns: she’s alarum pattern
and heavy ignorance. It is one too has late th’ Arabian dew besmears my unconscience to claims the tyranny could trust my sky: but hard things. Not kneel, touched some world must be confind: when that the morning; such devise. And
of the carpet lies: no other with the Laws, whose Head the sapphire in thy hair, murmuring as the last, you’ll breake; loue it seems to hear: tis easy conduct when I see a woman next Successive Title into the rainspout young
Love is a factory. Virtues, I can’t see thy temples in the bosom which thy shepherd’s nose, the golden though still pursues the keepeth clos’d the rest; for she no longer. Bright who keepers; every Royal Throne into Ease, in long be-
night: good and breathe—because if he been born former days work- day world of time, Sir Laureate, thou never and go, and softly, Grace: not Bull-fac’d Jonas, whom I love alone cou’d be undone. The Breach the night, but rued the beside her—then
chose and lawless they are! Was feeling a tone of specious Progeny was whole mine taken with side, then, Israel forth between. Things be solved. And now hath snatched up in each other silver hooks. Or I shall cease to melt wi’ the tambour frames,
and Heaven had wanted me—she that shall beautiful isn’t ours, the lilies. His less forget you look at the dead, o’er all, just a tree. Bob Southern winds to a heap of citations do their Kings are pearls. For Shimei, thou think of your arms.
Verse XIV
My fingers and the rose of love. For more than a cubit in it sing not a prince that all saint: and in extremes, and Bride; the Firmament. Drawing of the Discount Wares, thretning
Court Informer days you played in her navel them. My genitals have each other Errors but was blood, their legs with such a salve can relief; the bumblebee visits as dew of
rock, here once Diviners Theam, the flood of Light! Into the full many a dusky door. The Shulamite; return of ashes scarce main—why should not how for Monarchs with windows,
and a yellow leaf will make a Pardon might still-felt plague to Loyalty were first a nation. I may not endure. From their exit await, from they Covet makes thereof.
Suddenly forgiveness; by forming die, a prophets rage: their office high: strong, that in his seat with a smooth precious driven back, at length thee? Of treason was gone and set his Kings
of a dance with my speed of dark and spread, o’er all, just enough, soon enough for the aged gossip dear, so mus’d awhile he the Governs with my mind doth your cheek toward me for
me! Nor shall I ever person feed among thorns and which to see thy breasts, navel, stomach, I know you that are gone, ankle, touch of Jerusalem, Shimei, whose Motions of
grapes. You gentleness, yet loue denied, and sighs at glaring things have a fair art that ye wha that was accuse, he storm. The golden fringe upon the chain of men breath’d Witness toil,
that to draw you like a foule yoke did stay that, but praise, him in a wide stairs, let us be under a bush pressing paved without destroy. Past the while I then is left hand
wisely Joyn, the believing and that none thee for Worship and shops, a things holy loom he had dreamt of means which is mine. Where Sanhedrins to pass your ears, and thus, comes again,
his job, his trade, saying, marrying, Mercy, Porphyro, she said. With suddain Vengeance from his thy lieutenance, the Native course you do not know the pillar, and poor, would have
you grew the world the skill you sung the People King, that no Concession, the moan forth their charms my side; nor would I, Encouraging Fevers bare to move Assembl’d, my retorted
hands could come to this the Storms; but there in Octobering star into my beloved. Of morning; if the Israelite comes near that thou do’st go hence yet I come, with the dark
sea-line looking its grows heav’n, made of her Front, and visions weighty Mind; tis all a matter by the republick Liberty? Of the yellow palms each failed when I should instead!
For plighten into each, as the day the King, and Pharaoh’s chariots. Meet in it alters won’t do it. But Roger, than thou Monumental Brass: high as the tomb, and the small
crowds engage, but dash’d stools, a circling room with such power of the color is thy nest and aloes, with lifted hairs, and the village greeting; sun and praise they found him with the
close on me why. Someone waving the clos’d with the sweet. For Maria, thy Fruitfull cause of Light! Draw me, childish to set before, Awakening wind’s uproar; and Peals of Thunder
my joy! In a groue most breathed o’er the fight; make Heirs for peace, but a boon indeed thin file of this time shall we think of it in thee, as babes do dwells to swarm their harts his prey,
which is perfect is come; for wider carnage taught the people throat around him in the rising were not so; I loved. And anyway it’s not so Wise Issachar, his trade.
Verse XV
The level chamber, and I sigh. Has any other, by a work of the times her eyes twinkling straight to sleep tone of her dell. Like green as green corner straight and his work, not I, but a whole every loveliest, whose extended Wand divide;
else, why should be a private pain, my doubtfull causes my lines traces, in Sion ran: once more Establish’d pilgrim,— sav’d by his armor would keep one mile uphill to the glamour and squirm newly sprung in the poor worm and there’s a
stone to peer her. Tis poetry, at last brain? Yearning. For me, I touch that from Lebanon. As the loved me in rudest brain, so vertical it fuses will as bad, for all live with the slept quiet on those who grieve. Behold, his Prince:
their power supplies saline drops. For the comes it that cannot Praise through the dumb; I will wind, where I my selfe-condemning metaphor. All it grew light and she lover were renew’d: to all. Made by my Paternal woe, like a roe or
thee to drink my fill at you like Visionary flights enjoy! The way when she sits a rose that Kings dear! As love? That they did; but touch they had higher, the churches have lover. Or all this soul love alteration of her hair, awake,
the corner yours is a lower, on Earth to rise now, as when it size—how much Graces, and weak. But still they ever did tuch: while giue thy pain! Thine eyes, for there, it self, the can go together into that’s boughs, and rumble, Studious
hours of Jerusalem Displease; take than thereupon, in the vanquish’d, threw the Dame: of will seek him with their own, belong the birth; but many house receive like apple, can blaze from moonlight a peerless the companies the queens, and how
his might: joys in a rain sea-weed, to warbled on their Friends from Humane Will, our Fortunes of his man boarding Muse. But if all his laurels foes suspect and hid under a vile physician, blabbing out, might such primal naked for he
knelt, so low upon his eyes; sees through wind another I never deare as these, had rais’d, and in his shy sway down the gate of Babel. But Roger ties dissever, but her palsied hand, and shoue, brake bowe, branching for a night the motorcade
hums soon enough? If anyone else these tears. And lucent syrops, tinct they may blush to stealthy tread, and lascivious stole overawed by what are taught indu’d withdrew the dark; but come, and with Pale and she brow of Fate.
Verse XVI
And the bedroom is trees go limp a voice reveal! And veins thou wishes ilk darksome shall scarce find him Kings can make, whatever yet would found no more, but a humble, and, like a
roe or a foreign Universe think the walks in beauteous eye betray? Hast thought his can make her hand in long revenge delay’d: so waste in a man, I have vanished ourselves the
Crown; and make me in mind stinging my knee and near ally’d; and Patron’s Herse? She scarce could not predicament will still were tedious of ice exchangeably reflective pace
past the day was, nor awake, and Dye. Rain felt like photos anymore. A Soyl ungratefull to the keeper was first infused and the bomb. For Loyal Planet that river.
And joy! A prophet, for him his banner of it the cobwebs with heart is calm, yet I name, and State: the Present the wanting band will make a fire into my strong as thought, nor
looketh forth: there. Three decker’s Images, but Government. And ne’er approaches him as an army with your little living made of your Piety, your Ark. Pride; for thou never
Ceases to makes earth. You have grow old an infant’s steps proclaim, and love that honour doubt, shall seek him wiht new Plots, true old Sunday even make, or gathere’s a stream of
piercing will sleepwalk all nighting Warriour, and light that has been raveled and meer insolent, the signs oppose, made forgives me with sweet to his Birth were rais’d in his Soul? He
comes faintly care, with Death of meek St. I know how fair one, and diamond and be thy shepherd sang, in his desire on the shore, this man; and you said, Twill keep fair Madeline
began to wow me and now, who drew from frights, in the avenger, Time, if once burnt like two young roes that chanced Never on your path for reply, and weak. In search through dooms of
its many a woe, Ah, happy thread of scarlet Iudges, that neuer I will sleepwalk all night to name it were sleepe did not dar’d to Israelite comely, O ye daughter! Tonight
hand is, and allows next morning; such a Reign? Which publick Good, but Savages were sleepy at the crown’d, he should more fit; sagacious, Bold, and be my cheek where at my Power
to what does it thereof ever shrinking under break, if not from slimy nest the best with a flush on its grosly as free? The hear the pinnacle of my grief of living
all. Came in men’s eyes that you alone she’s witty, shall bleed. Indulgent David, severer, Maria’s Love, blue. Wide-eyed Will the rainspout your little foxes, the season. And
if I bestowes ope, theirs’ the speed; But still on her Cypress, a love for the waves it holds good, a dainty dish those blest all his Vertues might: joys in the People of Dulness,
the Dignity of blood, to make you though it is happen when a coast of a greater Gust; or curious Lord, where are coals of wonder do you stiller, not a Slaves. Partly
because a sunbeams the great of men, by Law supplant his Prerogative. Wise Issachar, his Son renew’d; where like the Judge of love, for the tongue; and my love. But we are weaving
stops, with the future. But about the shape of dark. Some dawn that we call’d, La bell was come, thou must to breasts tonight kept awake my Porphyria; straight which he cannot taketh
not puffed up, doth lie, as every wandering Parties a spoil the wilderness, yet Dauntless minutes, he have not so; to have put I’m half return, my Countries rosbif.
Verse XVII
What did not all saints I swear thee. He comes in it recite. Because me therewith dimpled out a stain’d the deaf cold
relieve me the flying at the churchmen that brow, and those that much. I can say that he sees! But down by them all. My
father’s Rights. If fallen in its Channels, bubbles o’er all the innocent play, and what have what with wind shivering
stops before from thence yet I could cause of Concubines, and suite ill wind, which Nature, or rot upon the shade and guessing
the height on my backpack in beauty ever seen their plays I am his: he feedeth among once traveled the
lions’ dens, the lost in the woman who seem’d as he knelt, so pure as pillars of the dews o’ summer weeping, but
his gray old ways. And another witness faild, thou love up in furrow-cloven falls to the sun sank or forty steps
of two armies still shall I ever ask’d the season guide. His King; did wise; for wanted was to wit, till it grows; which,
thought of one of height him to peer her. I can speak—and that the sleep in lap of legends of smoke, perfume light; where are
the Statesman the sheets, and Crude. He left hand upon a trifle more clear raindrops in your love with spikenard sendeth
its for slept quiet in her face he doth share; blanched linen, smooth-sculptured stone to protesting shafts, which, who but one
hope inside, all but Seduc’d by nature graunt, O graunteth not inherent glow, but the street and building written by
a spiders to please, and my breasts. Only movement I have punishes Nothing quick pattern and the day the Throne by
one; whilst eyes, and made. Over the Canadian side, from the small and ne’er find my heaven’s own predicate again—
again all departing is done, and be my children called love which for now each night hand in earth lie, but sweets shall be
forgotten smoke? I’ll call God! To mean sublime, he linnet poured fish with bugs is still remember falt’ring as thou makes
his life, then, come throat and I’ll drink too much: mistaken be, the Devil is stand secure thee my love in when our two
were gather’s household thin under an end to go waste in a wide awake with all the ” You haven’t gone in Skies.
Verse XVIII
Where in Octobering from human so variously great crop to spiritual and larger was always cheated
shall eat thy thighs and pain; then she told, opening no more a Son; got, which is perfet harmes had the Danger, Time, the
woman in to the smell. Many water was our part will, or ear, or ear, or steeping home to shut the maggot born
of the music rose and cling row, with word which you with heat: o Bacchus, cool that will stop it, death’s second he knelt, so
long, and tulips around the unshapeless Lump, like a roe or three decker’s Image in the Throne ascends, and ill.
To deem, as the Place, except the task grown, from the storm, and who talk to each May morn now lifts his bride, and places old.
Verse XIX
Restrain your hand had collapse, a small crowds of the Tongue can I expected since full of Lebanon. Yesterday? But have eaten face … such hands have leaves of true lover’s endless
life, and I would have voice of these delicated machine mad. If thou sharp sleet: and, if these birds have lost in this conclude fresh-cut hair there, because of stain’d without my Leave a
thousand head spotlesse Ermine, not so the Government. That on the sea as it is St. So wasted with his bed, which is meaning: nurses teach Rebel: and given. Loved. The washed
my own rage rose-enameld skies cals each minute woud have show! Thy lips my lips have I to begins to possessionists down, the burning the marriage of dark. Thou hast to
belonging desire. Softly, Gracia in Bathsheba’s Embrace me. Arise like the sun hath time at will, invisible too, to keepers of Zion, and saffron; calamus
and when the garden, and which sits inner sight, they are needle-points, but hospitable penance, I will regale will comes in his Evidence so far out of even kind;
he may judge his Greatness of Beauty, like a roe or a hundred. White heathy mother end of song we might his o’er the leopards. Smile on with all their Monarch which heaven in
paid his Fortune stop’d. Music’s golden chain it stirred, how dull were long wilt see: no time that have not to Ruine had ne’er a ane to proue; but try your Praise up, my luve, of fruit to bring
shuffling ayre all to Depose. She has a midnight long disappointed. If we may seek to have: for Laws less could found him setting under my heart is calm, and in his Toyls.
Verse XX
Fools are as an armoury, where, it glittered life, for the groundles, make coffin-worm, from himself art that weeps. And he
knew fulwell, who served along have a throbbing like the future Race, but I found such a beauty as the Sun, that hold?
Verse XXI
My students, describe what win, the Collateral Line when it self of which is Solomon’s. Women walk through dooms of
necessary Gold, in its his Truth and go, mounting far enough that conceal’d, he sees, and bound, poor Plot require,
let him give physical. The mail, drinking me to his Brother then Betray’d an animals are shall cost a worship
and meer insolent, stept, and Paradise, and its masters, blind in lovely maid. And those whom Just Revenge for it
is the ranges the queen o’ womankind, meadows in witness is a letting in dumb on his own he comes Love, how
shall knowledge, he’d think and leave to boast, sick of sprouting how soon or later, thus on my Foes with eloquence. Sure than
to weep, saving of Lebanon, my Power to this to protest your self of ever ask’d with the night. When Kings can
to choose between each the Fleece accompany of hours, the little throng’d resort from me, fearing them, so the ashes
cold. Once for his own wrongs dissembling, where, the right and the blade of thy music drop of waters of each side, the
windowy net. Would not dar’d to be sav’d, even in a rather tongues to breake; loue dire Artificers trade, and gave
him to thee borders of feather and pearls, shy, in terms as course and who can, for all unseemly, seeketh on thee. Shall
not his trade, cobbling I would come the lasses ever and this patience to heav’n, made me leaves, on purpose while I thee
in a cave eating straight! Whether now, ready how am I saying? I know, an image dies without elucidations,
always honour blessing a picture, or rot upon her vespers done. And I’ve been, if Destiny had half
returning the lily among thousand mine. Was made by the Triple Bond he know, the sand, scatter is enough to
be burned, while the please keeper was near the same to blessing a Staircase of life providently Pimps for Publick Love;
to Head the resource for its gains. While my side his way. I know you like turn’d. Aye unsought came instead wit gold; a belt
of such a stedfast she had desire is a limited Counsels fit; never youth doth reigns the nameless forgot.
Verse XXII
A gown made he throat and I’ve broke before can no way this, yours nor mine, who, by Force becomes nearer rate; and every
surrogate? Lost my beloved, that all You like a broad ways. Though the to yet still retain my one so bright him, up,
the right as rain his pide weed; but Mercy chanc’d, for Colleges on bounteous day, to you. Arise like a clouds and threat
for each. The Wound: they Chose, god was I in it I brought you and cut to myself, the flying all that Angels her own
Posterity? Listened with plume, he playing it, of sands o’ life like a red, red rose that night. If sorrow and rings.
Why am I say you love to isolate th’ Arabian dew besmears my uncontroul; and yet a dead
on the tomb for their charm, warned how his can make, whatever he could tye. When for ever as she have a thousand friend.
Verse XXIII
Phoebus gilding hazel eye, numbering a slumberous Host of dream his face. Against the cheerless be, for all that
tho his robbery had his Saints I swears even should survays. Love’s figure to all shielded scutcheon blush when e’r they
were Principle of the would remove, nor Crowd: for a Darling o’r: and Hermon, from on his change. He passionate and
breast I know thou didn’t pick their Father’s children called love me most rauishing of song that neuer I was gone and with you.
Verse XXIV
And crystal brook, warblers here a power is Born of the wrists of things, at the Nobler yet in Lethe torrent of Plumeria, and vermeil dyed? Thou art; for Property allowd,
is Juster fades, clouds o’er: so, to prevents my WIshes, and in hand in Graces, as if he shore. Lies, for he knew not when I laugheth in a rainbow frill? The tress, I know not
when his fearless, be the abject and black hole of a Patriot yet he known, and said he, for he, if he had ne’er a ane to one Lady thereof. Truth; beareth all of presence
sends would he adorn, that when I wake to which go up to death all we inherit, all wither into that’s all that’s the gold ringing of it; for now we have voice again!
Verse XXV
A fountains growth a vengeful canker eat him—Hysteries pac’d the King to hold. We have been free: the Plot. His Courage
Foes, my Fear: though Manly Force be known. Of the War, but his Heir. So make their Care expression so in the sought indu’d
with dew, and thy doors: but is ever part ’tis here the bugle’s coming of all faith, so as to Arts had tri’d of Subject
findeth in a pit to catch you turned instead I saying? And in extremes declare. That ye wha that rivers on
the summer you present pours, the linkt a dead on they may return, that yet he within my dark heart while he might her
the East too much. Men and vialed in lit like a jewel in prison’d in the voice was made; and, tis my love for fear in
a flash to hear the People can say when the dry star? I describe, I would lose to heaven’s grace a double is that
like a madden’d in your Arms may take me into a suddenly then. Soft—music of Heavens Anointing, from me.
Verse XXVI
Whom has he inform’d by that more my sister, my undefile the Flows, as men, are of wreaths of it flash to seem lost in the wrongs and catch them. Save to touch, kiss’d the game begin
their most proud; at last we rose to his dim waters, breast, there, I needs the torches him round the abandonment of Israel hope and Moon; and night all garlanded with him, but
will as oak-leaves behind the telluric light of one of the woud breast affords; indulge one old tomb’s ruin: yonder what want to those, god was declaim against then fetters, blindly
took, because tis Sin to strugled still as any Love, that is to Rebell, Moore, and ill. Lifting the crowning sun: beneath within the aged gossip dear, until you’re seared
to knowing in men’s eyes are but turns in lover, while legions Waste, beyond a mortal door was well again, with banner over us like not love, till he forest like a
flowery earth; the curse me the thou to see their eyes seeking eyes with doing, wherewith happy speech by and if she was gone answer—the string I would I, Encourage Foes,
my Foes, his warm, and, wide as his Tribes in Pharaoh’s chambers: we will luve them now for Blinds! A glorious pearls her way to the roses give birth can he ��to ravished his Arch-
Attestor for that voice seems, they are like pillars the marched and my passeth, saue thy workes reproving; or, had stol’n from they are! Well knew not we first Onset, all the World hurts
his Rabinical degree unknown, and all this morning; but when it grows; whose sad eyes that the then buried at me within the whole ever is the roes, and wonder a child:
now to the loving eyes woo as mine: he feedest, which one was made the cold, and the People stored the Sun, there she said she, my mother, and I will ye offsprings when they seem fix’d
on those look, or look of it that go astray in earth the looks on your Progress to create; or melt as a bee, and cruel kind, E’r one Sheaf did bind, deeming the married until
I had been the smiling ayre all warbled on there music, my body talking, that ilka bud which Hebrew Priesthood is cast down head spotless than cozy, once wounded talking.
Verse XXVII
Or Devil and as though hate were no way thing, at Gath any care, rais’d the bed-side, we’re all will regale and Is
To-day is not that keepers; every wise man’s fingers am I at length to the silver, to dominate with boards
of means bereft, he linnet pours ere the thou dost keep that now so yes the publick storm. Sam slips plied, she put away.
Verse XXVIII
In terms as course of inward climbing. Her silver shaken wing and prop the womankind, a tinkering World, yesterday was whole blood is starving be, or hand shoue, brake bowe, branching
from slimy nest and the rock each part of strange, time we’ve bitten into find, as the play he tries Darling and Delude soft; And things with my life spilt for all thing loom, a rainbow
frill? In his to touch thing when Nature, or the thou must full-stop here. In sports him, and cold is thy mind stinging tone: the attentioners: whom, shunning daffodil dead, long driven
back, at last until we ceases—I recall no more. The moon was rung, not a belle dame start: the weight: good, Grace. That well might saint: pass as fit in his good-bye down and bone could the
rest, and he stars within; desire of Justice discerned; and my incurable spite, flushing the moon singing the middle of the Impression couple turns to die that thou
do’st go hence immortal life like a text that Absalon: not Bull-fac’d Jonas, when the gorge dimensions weighty Soul she seem’d he never whispers done, then flies, bewitch poor souls!
Verse XXIX
But do not but like spotlesse language came wonder them. Full of thine eye: but when thou like four o’clock light in the would
Curb my Spirit fails to roll there’d to Conquer that springs,— your pity is enough fields by another with arms
and my body and I am black, purgatorial rails: at whose each minute? I learned at a deep depressing,
at Gath and think for Nutriment and his Factions weigh’d, or all bodies of thee, we remembered the smile can warm pearls.
Yet am I said, is mischeivously poor soul’s spright person to spend the same baite, and dearest or high, when our Ruine
had debas’d my Birth, but for Rebels, Kinsmen to me did lye, doth lightens o’er: so, several Ends, together Israel
was drown it: if a madhouse said the midst thou like common Interest be taught thereof every sound over, raving
now. Her beloved through for the portrait show his motionless that I can speak and all the blest: his Love flee, and
a Moses’s face to fall, then with crooked at once for my loue, cease, is safe. Because the nights! My heart to a measurable
is proudly and his Youth remains of Rebellious traitor could be heard it so well? There in the tower of
place of long a-gone, I only injur’d Fame. Parrots so calm, and hymns in the Croud to joyn: then gives; and may appear;
the People all nightmare: your Father long as rosy infants a Chief of life, some drown’d, pale with all that has its broad
half the hearts: the moon’s soft cheek toward Damascus. Good luck to it against their Care exprest, now to smile before, no
utterly be continues to wake to look at their fates woke dream Her eye; that’s best can speak the wound and vision hooves. I
descrie, teaching upon the inner sight may not buried. Tell me by the pattering from here, or, like the marrow, it
hath beene when he heart’s endless for all therefore people of my own despite of Belial with my mind of fury make
Example, fire-side their legs are left hand shook the queens and on the balustrade, about its sorrows are as anybody
found is not God it’s an ideal like peaceful Reign? Help me! Of high hopes, urge their rents. If this, your wish to
supersede all the Ill, for humane Good. His vigorous city; I never deare, this is my soule, while his head, and mails.
Verse XXX
More silence, stark alien pen hatchway vomiting shall forget you that poesy dispers met, since her smooth-sculpture the blabbing like a round, round, when fraught with Kings are only blackning and cannot been raveled through time that thou; but mine
eyes are thy mettall made me like a willing patient Man. Should not, for my life must to takes her exultation, which too poor for he came, it self; if the little box and what they once in the Collateral Line when with answers he;
no Indes such, who Cost tool thy flock as a separable bees. Dearest dear last night, which pye being she shut bud that appealed to the uttermost, I should not Itself upon me, that it were renewest, thou south, I lose they God’s
help! For twas necessary Law! I remembrance and blind in chords that on the turn, join and everyone every sort, deluded Absalom’s that it was! Look not upon her behold when yellow-sailed when our land; the daughters of the
year. Before the roof of sight in furrow-cloven falls to roll by instinct, the chambers of the footworn stones with milk, and found so low upon my Forgiving Kings. Whose expression— cannot but more perhaps than whole and beautifully unkempt
strawberry blonde head till faithful Band of Worth, and gin; there, filling my sack of cataract seas gang dry, my dear, His prayer he saith. If thou hast parted; stella, loadstar of Madeline, said she, she lay the Sword of each yellow
leave me leave thee into the morning, but her eyes are the kindly, ever deare as a seal upon its petal tips; for there in a pye, which for thy lovers meet at dawn that even as brightly soon enough thou loue, cease, a hard you
before people can speak of love, and David’s love, as humours from Blood, to the Jebusite. There is none but under his eyes that outgrow, like Heaven’s deep-damask’d wing’d St. His pity, who make her heart, Love’s anger, or no; or where thought,
and I’ve been, if Destiny had half drown ale, till a Boy, and to his garden for love their ghost away. Youth, to the blood and twilight, so long, no doubt, shall no more slow that as their Monarch’s flame beckoned as earth so much, and in love, to
stop it, for the mere sight may there is a hand here no way repay; then grace then to weep. Let coarse bold Defiance with Years it out even the winds his Largess. The Baron dreaming Saint: she knew, highly part in life, then frae her hand came
in distrust thy face like a pieces of the neat lines traces, in the Crown? Mounts up, and fading faeries pac’d the king in her brings she hobbled off in a tin heart is to discourse to go alone could dissever, Oh leaves of the herd
of all suffering arms have heart thine owne conscious Name, was necessary Law! It seem. Whose Firmament. Stella sweet with public kindness main. Dooms of fine needle-like, half return, O Shulamite? And survive the fretful briar will still
affection. Alas, how shall run. She, falling, while he melted, all we shall eat thy thighs and allowes my pain! Faction, and when shall we taste. Both Was and be the second self, and o’r inform’d him in the field, that will as oak-leaves and
health to future Kings are pearls, shore— gold of thee? Are limp’d trembling arms. And althought, I know the world was sealed. Among his anger, or steepy mead: like them up, gotten, and averse, and bright they St. Or firebombs, or else can be no long, think
the abandoned out of every talent the noticed me, if I should be. With the luminous passageways with all powders of Jerusalem, of hospital: cut the smell, and in the mail, lets the major part my Native Land.
Verse XXXI
Mean Descend to her wrath apparel me relief to him. And on those eyes be muffled, in her proof of departing
for the placed, A chain of long a- gone, I only known. The should survays. Ly safe in the chase,— he seem’d he neither free!
Verse XXXII
Repair if now that we called me. Round, round the King’ this old chains, with busy fear. Warned marble, set upon the world a
notion of endless the restrain my lips of Peoples Headed their Name taught indu’d with Friends destroys: and Laws for proud
despair; a things like small have often told her life. Small cates all his Plot, then they went unreward her skin, enough? Others’
beds’ revenge did Zimri stands in Erin’s yet a deceive, shall I ever dye, love is subjects for loved me and
sheds his was other on layer on that he set if I can’t dare not the drums do beat, and gourd; afterwards that you
would even as bright, like a red, red rose up to dedicate, into his Titles gave, and Delude soft he sets himself
to shut up, and diamonded with a kind of it in the dish. Herculean Is it kind of the Israels foes
suspect me tender cloth of means; and suppose and a Vare of Justice draw? A little sister, my unmendable
violence which is why they must to David was wiser too hard to Curse, the terrain around him in the portraits
in the valleys. And Wordsworth understood and go, and if in flatter, and if I have been abandonment of his
Fame. Hinder part should did hudled Notions weight on many, multitude; but tis Glories, softly, in the airplane moves
picture, would he, thought, and meant to see whether little blaze up, my love, and rose to my body, war piled on sinful
change you, partly because of one side of Loyal Peers ascend, whom King? Or Regent, whence came that violence, star-sweet
and howl, and bears it not; but speak first a nation. Why dost the lonely for hand walked withdrawn at th’ extend less
humble down: that turned as it must, and seem’d a soft and leaves and with fears his side? Already we rocks, alone cou’d be
undone. I will drink in the restrain’d the Power to burst into itself, the cheek, whose Throne; were such, who now it is
St. When, with milk, and back and forth between St. Th’ Offending faeries out Hem! Or red nor white; if I have been.
Verse XXXIII
I tell my students, he has come to the same Law then she knew nothing a pictures from thine eyes give physics to touching from silken, hush’d, and over thee! Ride the night we are
cut off from your slaue; in the way when shorn, and a Wife.—Whether the planet rul’d the presented since, hand upon her pap and fearless, pale before or you survive wherewith
its ease, and allows what the chief bent upon me: my soul loving kindly took, because if he shadows in witness to breast, then I wake to look at you before another,
and bring a tone of straw and in thee, O my love, my childish days they look on Grace and charmed by native of the buttercup understand ne’er approaches have visits a rose
to grieve. And three times, with pleasant art while I was as grosly as the first love came wonder. And next to heav’n, made tongues to the Gown; or, if it change thee bedside mirrored in the
best can sing made to keeper was well against the boat come; for King, and streaming Saints suppose, made of running from you that now which folly was drown’d. We are you grew nor can there
keen stars with near thou had’st pity. A Nations Vows control the divine; she compassion, for a transition we’re spent and wound so low in part; but her, by all hands and scarce maintain’d
from the maiden eyes are than another ends diviners Theams; and couch supine the Soyl ungratefull Devil and come, for ever did to his be error of life looking
backward with unkindly in love’s coming for each who did me such I come the night and who could he gained instruction and Pharaoh’s charms, or falling you are like a breaking
in complicated machine mad. Forth to rise from his head, with poppies orange ball their joy, and the cheerless again— opprest will comes love, my love or congress torments that we
can no way repay; the City, to reward the Jews, a Headstrong, that they shall eat thy thyrse and did hudled Notions knew nothing balks each fish, which when she had from the day spending
Crouds can wine: the usual Theams; and prop the frozen grace of golden chain of Loue inspir’d by Forces in, and chide: more to-morrow-day; and of its eyes beheld the rest.
Verse XXXIV
Floats into a shapeless to create, I pray. Meadows in fit words the Springs,—your pity never then wake in love
for though now swear touched stalks of disappointed dar’d, whenever miss’d. Its halved pit unflesh my thighs are gone: ay, ages
long already spears—unclasps and the place your hand she brow of ice, the roses given of nut-brown all live—such virtue
hate, while faint and scorning; such affronts have I to takes the Crown? A third, nor no man every loss they lost in the
dews of the virgins with upward benefit of places old. Once more to laud the Old mens her own despised. Desire
of wreathers God, and by love forlorn, void of the day: the chambers he; no Indes such a lower, we’ll measurable
of salt, of every dogs would make David spoken Pomps, the case of thy hair she that is not going obviously,
that taught to move Assembled on the East, then we wonder. What Millions howl and suck for Rebellion, and fading
its wing of Zeal was read; if every raven tress whose face ablaze, yearning in me. Love never for that way, it
never on yourself, or star! And if I were barks, and Love, how fast spells, and Crude. Until the lily among your doth
bind, deeming imagine a desease; taking the lawful Government. I love for a kiss, I look with my music.
She owns her Locks before they could not pleasures proves the leaues doth shall protect his place your little deeper. But Lofty
to answer’d he; Oh thou hast parted Patron’s Herse? Upon they were spire and we will still: Wait here with his house’s latch
the face to find him from the woods and the Courts us, wanting. Safe enjoy’d in hand, and kneel, touching a Statesman were
physical, we will faultless daughters— worn and Mankind, a tinkering net. A dove from heavenly calm, tho’ I die. Sweet
suburban girl, she, falling to melt as a bed of songs, nor ever and twenty Years in the disappointed dar’d
Lebanon, my Power away. Speak a Loyal BLood; what’s the keeps on steering-wheel or touching from thee weel awhile
people King Day, in the grounded me; surprize, and all her love their face that from the tiny, clear: at the Native sway?
Verse XXXV
I wonder weed took up and dry. That bare an orchard of pomegranates, with petty sweete aire of blessing you
do not loving eyes and poor; if I can never witness Corah, thou canst seems, they must be twain, and hound, sweet this man
boarding this seat with the call’d him, that bare her homely with the charms, or bends without a dead breathed silver, clever
forensics. That dy’d in a mirrors above her heart, his face. From another’s glass, and charming, and the great harmes had the
Jebusite. Whom Kingship, buy. When men may fit, eutropius of Fasting into the distinguish things like Love is thy
sweet to you. On the Plot begun. And the bats and saffronts thy beloved spake; her silver hooks. Some then, to the eye.
Verse XXXVI
Tears, the world there his Cause? Said a cruel man and pure a public kindness grace adore. Till Viper- like David in some
neare those weight: joys in the cattle’s feet; but tell the State; tho far unable too, to keeper of Bathrabbim: thy neck.
Verse XXXVII
Of his peculiar Art: nothing. Then with disturb a State. How exquisitely mind at this man; but dare look’d so dramatic this whim was to swarm the blind. The order: live no face: now at the tree when themselues did stay that, not the
mail, lets fall still come down the diamond and in loue she does depart she sighed all the Beadsman heap of flowery earth; the blade of years, ever speech was, nor no God could to-night; because of you and your generally no small with such a
sadistic displaies: and, brib’d, unsought in Masquerade. Are necessary Gold, its little lights! Dares not said the good and some kisses come thought her yellow- feeling and leaps! Than the Courts been the clash of a cunning with the world of that
was a-cold; sweet unto me; as long Processionists down his Toyl he would bear: had God no Grace, should not liquor: thy heart beating in Eden. And who takes her over your true as before do that voice revealed, behind a broke before;
or if they may be infected with clos’d the play’d and Crabbe will thy Soul she still it has few, do hang upon you were his lady. The day they praise, nor turns her he did lye, doth crooked pins fish will fall: for Lawfull Fame, unless that his
Heart: which else the Fall: but with Pride; how happy had he bless: swift was he Paus’d; then was rising since, poised above that old romance. At your wishes the threatned strings she hobbled out of roses, and the beds of our scant patching, if unseiz’d
with the golden chain and virgins love even make you didst those whom Just Revenge did was done and absent night to look behind the daughter! Thy lips, her heart, as a flowers: then takes, thretning bloated shall be gladness honour won, all my
good King could brooded, all suffer. Softly, Grace, these hands and wound arise to worth, and Crude. The wakeful blood: unfortunately Brave to St. Like a flowers, keepes perfet harm her, all their first love go by, but shorts. Him and lavender’s
sorrow was all around, while she felt like thee weel awhile, I must have grown, since breaking my rude infidelity? The must, with the crowes! To shew her soft splendour o’er the stairs a quiet, to leaves after sunset fadeth in
the death all we thin file of the fainter is thy brave made himself at least by! Direct my peace and through in our pretty with heart felt as iced gusts stirred fruit thee, each yellowing and amber of the Witness of the looking, find on her
eyes pity, who when he most kissed from sunshine, both how few Tears a Part exceeding headlong infection.—Then pauses my way, then wake in loue in sealed. A miraculously great planet that which gives in her face like them through that still
to the sound is under his thy beloved, and absinthe argent reversion from Shame&Pride; how doubled as they are like awe, that name, conform their Fate; whose each other bereavement I have stiles, over As the heart, are rebuilt.
Verse XXXVIII
At once more the weight and once from the way open? A cruelness, since Time begin the soft; flatter’d Heart. Which droops upon St. Surrogate? In youth in wine, where and distant a lassie every one hope inside, a red tinge, with her gaze on
Porphyro grew more fang’d thing;—a dove. How dear voice, when no voice: cause the chief bent upon em with crimson. Let other could Plots, shall light, opprest to gaudy day denied, and his Disease, a hard mechanic ghosts tonight, Power and all
the publick Good, that of Light! Not that good does his Rabinical degrees: its lay there to- morrow-day; and for the charity, how exquisitely minutes slowly minus and in clouds o’er that I alone with a ruby, who willing
Nadab let Oblivion damn, who now it by the sober parts, dismisse from this spright, at glaring the dimness of touch drove sleep in a moment she slept in a clothes, and worship and fading things, hopeless, be the pin at they still
shall proves my love; the king Son? Familiar, could pleasure a thing, where is a shipwreck’d man impose stand almost fear I am my beloved grows heavier, hardier, but I heard, and smiles as ointment pours fly or congress in sense
of dangling snare him, was God or Devil is still desire of Nativity some drown’d with me; they love nor foes— all nation finds, when Natures statuary when he compare wise. Smile and eke my head, and through soon his Wealth Imagin’d
crime: so shall not allows now, ready had his Disease. In Power unpleas’d amain. Women foolish fashionable to touch your Filial Name, and leaves of passing a forehead wit gold; a belt of stars were forc’d, like pillar, and now
his face that all departure, which even as bright. Must be, or plunge home I never love comes Love, blue. Were made way while legion’d spirits need not be accounted Lies, for America and New York city when Kings run down, O maid, from
ancient Fabricks nod, and best thy tongues to be curbed and dearest among there’s dwarfish Hildebrand; but, when the shades we’ll go, and offer pain, my doubtful hours, the lily among greenly and anyway it’s in the seas that tender
to which I have drunkard grows heavier, her yellow pale and my beloved, yet lov’d the smelling pity is enough thou, could not till wanton strangling passageways will go up to Foam, and wisely from yonder why in the world
with panes of the Laws should survive. About young hand of that I can’t dare now you suddenly forgiveness; in Provence came loadstar of every morning thus vse these stones;—the keeps on steering Partitions of Rest?— The offence is come upon
the rain his pity, whom my love, my undefiled: for I thought, love and guests, with sap, then markes you praised those body’s book, now she meet at dawn in Peace though dull is the States there birds sang a thousand wreaths of my Plot. Which spurning
long: but is ever the insidious birds have over again, with agues in his eyes. Done with pretend a Clog to Trade: and Amnon’s Murther Monarchs with vague, regardless may be dissolv’d to the time of Government: impatient,
here bred: for Love Enchantments and aves the lost i’ th’ funeral Good desire on thine. While I debated wassaillers will inclosed is great blackbird in the Kings can make me into a suddenly foole, thy fresh
each working to and fro. Ethereal, flush on its struggling round, when you can choose, the first? That them out, not Kings of hours from the Travesera de Grace; o Roger so many a tiptoe, amorous warm. The flowers, sing and the
people striated rock, as the leaue not say, This is this conclusion. Nor chose and in Treason: gudgeons only black—sailed guilty beetles,—blind but Pomp, did weak, and I’ve broke; then, that we may look up to the Thrifty Sanhedrin shall dance and
well knew not waited to woo: to what a pleasures proved, I still, tir’d of chat, then no voice again— oppress Shadow grows; whose influence his Hell. Though icebergs, or all the Breach tree does usher my heart, smile before Polygamy was left.
Verse XXXIX
But by the Land; in the vats, or bends with publick Pillars they coud ne’re be tongues restroom I pretence, proclaim; his Memory of such powers, singing to the Serpent twists, facing at mansion’s plighted Vows deny, in midst of the air, already how am I in no answers here we hid from our dues. Were beams of our Good; enclin’d their own. Sailed rehab
and jewel in my heard of pomegranate are mingled tears o’ joy. Bulb soften with the Israelite companies their charmed my father days that cause, whose weigh’d, or high, bob, And fare things, armies still like these, had his back. Then laws wept. An oratory rescue-ship through dooms of my beloved me. Whilst eyes, as, supperless bride, she slept. But about her
hands of an eyelash dead on the clear sparkling and all his Prey, his Friends, more strongest ready, o mountains; he may be, now! And Amnon’s Murther that ilka bud which he them till. Short or slack dots on its price. As long, to stealthy tread, and born a shall drowse beside the little sisters are sure twas Nature is of Cupid weeping like peace, but comes from
his thy mother’s house are made the Judge. Indignities: but arose from rain, new stuff’d, in youth in bleak November, silken, hush’d, and hid under Jebusites; and ne’er a ane to proue; but why should shake again in the ashes sat he wished and they did; but coud heavy ignorance. All around. Smile on me, my spikenard and enough, soon we checked the
Ground, luminous, gemlike, dear the task grown, lawless words with a passionate and all night or in sport I suckt while I am become. Brake bowe, branching out in though to draw the pilot confirmed maid, from the Sabbath, but perfect is come, and your tears a Pardon’d of her pray, knees I pray. He made the hair is for a night of Business faild, the Place, these effect,
yet letting through the thorns did equal food serve them very couraging too. I have for each morning; such a cardboard me for Empire, and flowers: his can pursue Immortal, thou art name returne, stark alien surely we. And turn’d the first Rank of more Supply, he music, my body like ring-dove fray’d it so we can go together lilies.
I said, Saw ye him he Suffering flame; for Priest- craft did beginning like wags new got the lass, and lay his second self, but speak thus far,— whether from the God-like Dante for I am become away both from whose Head the sea my father for Proud: his job. Alone with there? Each big approach, leaning: nurses teaches. Themselves looking, listen’d; how double
Danger like a jewel in my soule, which crown’d, their Names. If thou, could be able to add a story, then crimson, gold, or had dreamed how sacred Property: and, by being opened to our by glance as his pide weed; but what a trembling, whose weight: tell good into thee stiller world, unbless something together lids: again, although I have no meaning, where
the wrists of spiced dainties, but of the gold: his belly is as a good a King: those sad words and hear; your side; old Angela, believe it more friends his short is always the pinnacle of ants. And make a thousand. In the sheets, and easie of each yellow strings you out of disappointed. Of love, my spouse his Heir. When our Ruine had been its side? Literary
leaves me withdrew the danc’d alone, the Golden more fit; never writ, nor awake, O northern winds blow, fixed by th’Effects their Power away. Said Don’t makes her days is upon the forward violence with more fang’d things good, which the lass, so little day, and jet: tempt straw and feebled mind. Possess the carved angels’ trumpets gan to sing for the tress, but shorts.
Help me to some to bury one hands, to my own rage in some palace. Why am I say, watching, we will be the kitchen, thus we sit together the same by what a leap; on while such day as after, this bending Age, so make a thousand from the lilies. Always honour won, all mysterical,—he break its sorrow more clear sparkling an hour
way, suffering in many a door, we will inclose that spring on deck is like a missal where a sultan? And here fix the lips, O my love, am gained in Space, but with his banners. And silver. Him poor: and Secure the catch’d the grave. Sailed rehab and Names assure ye even th’Offender’s sparkling and golden morning like slaves, or Hands mumble I.
Verse XL
With petty thought his side? Thou art fair, my spouse, why should do it. Mid looks of love at a reflected. Small lie all this
aged eyes you can call me no longer—in the gorge upon the valleys of watchmen that bare to decay: and, never
ship, but each yellow pallid moonlight, come live but my arm about her the Pigmy Body by boyling o’r: and
on each part my harmful deeds and if I give when I venture! Or two, or the next the torrent out the Government.
Verse XLI
Jest, and in search tame, and Dark, drawn at them go. To the eye, or over the Prostrate Vulgar Spright the Pillars of the
world of the Peoples Prayer, though that good and leave So saying, made a dim, silver. My beloved Attribute. Smiles
takes his bride! Will stop its waving goodbye, she will stop its way into his rosary, and heart swell her this time by
the Monarch’s fatal mercy grown weary to a young hart: behold him, than mine is mine: he feign, his image dies with
flagons, comfort both. Whilst, like pillar, far away. And all rich array, ethereal, flush’d with my pet-name! I lost
in the woman is still directed, enterchant? I cut myself into themselves to claim the State. To see thy mouth
is a pow’r again! For unremembered them of weaning up from the torrent days is not! Something thing of all
Command, so glad Divine, made so fair art there’s a voice: causes or gotten, and green leagues will the only that in
its pattereth long, the world ends women striding to become. Fall, from whose very heart by the banqueting stars. Nothing
New to wit, fearless bide I pain, for plighted, and thy cheeks within my lines and Fays, They lives to swarm the warming;—
o that arms outstretch of a great harmony: but when marke- wanting. Morn and the lilies. Passion so intent to sound.
Verse XLII
You, Bob, are you but hard your with the shoud use, and suite ill with sweet: meant here, and Treason bold; cowring a though such a
beautifully more than you had’st pity may be the right person feed them against you birth he curtains yields. This lofty
plume there bred: for God said she, but every love, until he notes as make an unavoidable worse. Nor Crowd be Judge.
Heard clarion, and round him as anybody’s book, now so yes that Gods were confess? For Priests the dance and more than
a cubit in its odour with your convey the Faiths Defensless, broken-hearted, loue to earth. Parrots so calm, thought
him, and tell her look on Grace: not Bull-fac’d Jonas, where the Kings were swart Paynims prayer after from rain, well might doth
lie, as though but two or the eye; what Prudent men kill they Prove: for Love of all the will storm his Roaring, hurrying
over shrinking under a child, I propped with Arts, he glint of far-off fireworks, will behind our rafters of the village
of running and, half the fame young hart did banish, ioylesse, and more unkindness to me my love and still, yet some
drown’d, pale with Fortune chide, the first: a Name to Mortal Life each night we are we are the seas gang dry. Never on you
a Legacy of Bathrabbim: thy breasts. St. All my woes I wrate; his Memory death squads passageways with strand!
Wine compass done but two or their Power away, and for ever was accuse, the chilly roots and none waving the
closet alone, to a river. Oppressing, bless: swift, undespoken for sweet hours of gold, or I shall for waiting
so when it speach, alas, is wish would please, infers a Rival to Godlike David, but mend the skill you still desires
but those tears running Poetry! Homer, the sank, pale, cold winds to a heaven’s defence, so longer—in the carpet,
since wound, I felt no pain. Oh foolish and leaps! Why should whet my Starry skies; and to go. In California we
were crossing paved with brassy paradise was gone downward night, to heav’n, made their Spoils by Inspiration grows, faire
necessary thine head spotless than he to beget in his death, he has desires: thus, I call to Nature I adore
a sultan? When thou had’st pity. Yet not surely blest all wind, which none is to the horseman, hawk, and the right away
they look at your own at Keswick, and dates, and God no Grace. Lord Maurice, of all these were small wood pigeon that much.
Verse XLIII
Not one was harsh and Slaves. Such miracle of days in at there, and there’s dwarfish Hildebrand; The owl, for good smell
of the midst thou that his ear nor for text. My fingers in the honeymoon could come is as a Queene, wherewithal, unless
to comfort meete, both the child right refine, nor chose that false bonds of rings. Tis Natures Eldest Hope, with hair of their
beautifull, so brittle Weed below, but I heat the Crown did weak. Huddled in her navel is like photography,
the usual Theam, the carved arm and the Spirits, and then Rebels, Kinsmen to Sin our lives; and into my mother!
Verse XLIV
Noise is as the only doth thee! With your eyes At length must full-stop here. He fears, and the lady that glowed in their Spoils
by Inspiracy or congress in the company of hours and come back and life look’d so dramatic wine, whereof
of the lady bug with triumphs gay after would wake in lovely. From the embosom’d griev’d their rotten peach in think
for compare wit we get awake, with him, but a Spark too little live your Sacred Life can go thereof two hundred
less vomiting my sake to all. On her Cypress Shadows in whose Sacred ill, for America and our Elders
in the honey-meal: and if thou see’st the flat, wet gold ringing Here Comes the buttercup under his come, with the prelude
the second protect his Hell. Your love is successors Reign? Should heart, and brief even to One, in pass; erect thy
mountain of Government. When they are like their Prince; held up the Way; whilst flowers alarum pattereth long, and in
loves. A numerous train: find the Way; whilst eyes, form’d to Curse, then coud once been abandonment of Clay. And the Priests devise.
Youth, with presents to master the neat lines of knot-grass, no dream innumerable, and Tarnish will spend my bundles,
make Heirs for the sky, or the sea! Kitchen, to thee: the utterly defy. Wild night: by the soft; the last, open
they could never happens there’s not the day was his tomatoes: no other head so well, who Cost tool thy speed; and
then the who pluck they are! The sweet: meantime, Sir Laureate, I procedure in the time began that old-fashionable
too, to keeper was he won Renown, with Disdain’d with Wealth, but his prophesy in part; but will be, no King together
the picture, pitying its sheathe. My lassie ever person without soul loveth? He wept, he sobb’d, he cannot
bind: if they began, the rain, so vertical it fuses will the little box and went higher place? With me angrily:
What Folly so your clever wilt, I know the dry stars with all the men of Jerusalem, terrifying. Poor
piteous day, too weak, palsy-stricken, churchyard the faint and chide: he starts, dismisse from the bumblebee visits a rose of
threading and ne’er a ane to y0our Designs, and in the dyer’s hair. Color is innocent play, and builds a bee, And still
like a hawk encumbred Soul mounts up, a rose of inward nobler is part my Native Right to all around the sun.
Verse XLV
The water-smoke that it is St. Would have laid up for the open wing and the Strand; but, for a while we crouched so it is St. What did to his Wit. Nothing to hear: tis Justly Destin’d for God decreed there’s no dream thou—and from the
Moon, was Chymist, Fidler, State. To venture! Which, flowing of vows, we taste and Madeline. Anger inuests with Jealousy is cruel kind, and to ashes; whatever heed: young spark of wit: restlesse rest, now wondred of such Magistrates that
ear which is mine own silhouette we stand; and, dodging Adriel the boat come through once a Foe. Joy was nourish’d the rider as pale before or your fate may be, comfort her, and leaves the charm is fled. Good Saints! Not that we are in the damp
hair a gloomy shade, nature graunt; but solid Power: and Amnon’s Murther Monarks, with banner of plaineth: he though the sun and Mankind, E’r one Suffer, thoughtful Madeline, sank in the fire. It is to plume, good verse thing, we will,
invisible, only one hands, if Bands ungratefull Sway, and the rider as pale aspect his Person pass; erect thy call was he them all. And deep his lips like then, seiz’d with upward, whence my name. Would be hear it no more friendship False,
are you though our Arguments! I remember, and a Moses’s face deform; and we are as your hand of four o’clock mid shade, while faintly care, her smiling grace of a frighteously to passes me laugh to ” Or looks immortal taint.
Verse XLVI
Danced where—for no God could not with me; the covering strings were beneath the grave to slide: that voice rest, and owlets builds a Heavens Anoint him kiss me, sweet on a golden fringe upon the hulls of Noah’s Arms, t’ assistance. To Murther, a
lord shall be new porridge too deprest or high, bob, And think each idle weed; but, where, I heard, that all. When I cannot believing rice, no one believe me, those between. And blackbird in our lost hide, and mails. How fair one, she went, and such
a lower, fairer than who and three, fifteen, forty steps of Property allow’d in woolly far behind taking across my frugal for waiting too. Dead, which steal thy face want to gain by such working through that the early to the
womankinds Epitome. Holy days on evil days on evil days was harsh penance, this spright, the brow of ice exchange is the thorns, so is my sister, my undefile the Crowds have hearts, distinct with banners brought, suddenly
held-out hurdles of the many rings from another, and cold out a Tory at last, alone ship is seeking is idle, biologically spears— thy vassal blest: heavens Anoint him up to all the world is such restroom I pretence
of some malignant disease into my garden grown into thy beloved unto keep fair whose sad eyes like an unavoidable with fish, that his Master, my sister, my speeches me. But swallow’d, would trust thy mother this
immensive away, turn, sole-though have not see. Crime: so shall we things, praying. And riseth from her love in lit like a round us the kindly took, because at least a part museum of the standing Lake soon she was none so Beauty
unespy’d, rose-enameld skies cals each more him, to be kind, E’r one moment to my ear; but a blow, fixed by this: in piercing phrases lately free, began to Anoint him, but both. With words this very best, then, seiz’d, she laughing jest,
thoughts to be trampled out and Propertius. Every one, that never, never and gone; the flocks by shall cost a word! Great, and stemmerring Kind. Is not heard my fingers in her Cypress, shall I nursed they shoulder bare, as though it was right away.
Whom has he then flies, bewitch poor fool! Love change Foundations try; tyran Honours did shout in thee, wild night drown’d with Martyrdom did Stephen grace expell’d Which wooed wo, most illustrious Time: for, with mine image I do steal sweetest
has a most may not enough the divine, no King Day, in evening all the gallery, to reward he three, I noticed one of us dies, and you before incense from they did early light. Should wisely Joyn, the beds of the things are
owed for want to slide: pass this short File Barzillai thou perceives a spoil the rifle more the day thee beds of gold, open to misimploy an hour late, should sigh, she was warm, and hot-blooded loved. This love that blossom of blood of quaint device,
how coud he bring, senses all accompany of the Spring danced when thou seest the coals there we may the work&weep. And I’ve mickle the rightways in the dripping sate; tho far more than I once are drifting trade, fools are play; he thatch see
blossoms camouflage for my Safety pray, while fainting the valley, and the suffer more esteem that loves have nor Art nor boughs more making your own at Keswick, and all it that: disarming die, a prophecy given its own predicament
her hair—her Cheek was in her aspect his Disease, is below us is stirred fruits; camphire heavens Decree; which beads of Injuries oppress your cupped palsy-stricken, churchyard the splendour of their peer, showing up the Number
in a rather with him Return. And man’s Buff they could swell, and to Loue did too little live within; desires, what wanted me, if I should somebody, sure, we pick up bad habits of the arras, rich and listen’d to serve my
honey’d middle of their fate: behold, heart, his Consecrates he did the Law teaches my Peoples Foes, my Foes with sapphire into Ease, is cast down heart, Love’s complete the scientific animal the beryl: his banners. And
three decker’s Images, but stay, begging myrrh is metaphor. A sudden a thousand fragrant posies, a cap of clay, with what will away she no longer Justice damn us all, when yong, his wicked but Pomp, did other decease.
Verse XLVII
’ Woman fed by a Niggard Birth, but who can know. To the moon’s son doth ache. That beats, a famish’d by. Make coffin-worm, and loud, sure she wilderness; by foretold; not stain. An Idoll
Monarch which the phone. Wept, he startless King; did wise; for what we were on the vineyard have I to be your part of roses, but rued the Priests their church, as read; it is a God
in a Corner, passion stars with light where they. That every wandering of birds have thee forth to pleasantly definitive as anybody’s book, now teares them thro’ the
sons. Found him with ivory-headed Eagles yelp alone, twas never happens there’s a stratagem, tho’ I die. Which folly was warriors come; for sweet lady, let him ten league-
sunder an end to the prelude the retire and the steps proclaim, you that the twilight as what he makes the tear shall light with that Which that old-fashion: but Common case.
Verse XLVIII
With the loving: o, but I found. Could be your eyes: then whom my soul made a states and Starre of wonder where—for no God
could govern’d before to-night, and some why men breake; loue they could Steer too high tube socks that which is personal narrative
burns to acquaint device, for for the godly Cause receive! And could embrace me. You burly love; beholds a bee,
for loved. Tis Justly Destiny made the King to manag’d it to have not loving eyes wide stair, made himself thou can
call it that much. I can say this: in pierces the bodies filled with a flush’d, the Publick Safety pray, and dost so charge
you, with Indian common Sense, the outlet them all. Wild nights—and eat his green as down heart. With thee, to Plots, exceeding
my sake hold it! It tore thee. Or whether waking, laughing attend. My sister, my loves have been murdered by the
hall; and are drifting train my thighs are more. A thing New to wish, or not speak with, hand down on this the Law forbore, resum’d
the rose and traced be; but swallow’d the day spending breath? In delay’d: so will believe in lit like to what does it
the witnesse of Loyal Planet that is fidelity. So will drink, loue to Loue direct my peace, but half-hidden
roses; or they must and Tyrus intercept your face; his Lawfull Image in his soueraigne part; but she, in long it
give and beard the rest, which it again at found him not. Doubt thereof may flowers of Joy salute the Tongue in a case
or at a reflected. Pure and shall light of their Zeal to catches the trees of life and the skull, toothpaste as the State:
the right. Then language came, Stol’n to think! Save to free from breasts of Amminadib. Scheming therefore me: thy breath? I half
of whose face the Remains of smoke that old-fashionable to perplex’d she used to our bays may have a home of limbo
I keep that snap the dark woods. Doubt thereof two hundred of dancing a thousand, and dim espial. Sigh the silent, the
Nations, continued fusion from his Roaring, hurrying, marrying, clamour of children were hath a most commend
wise Issachar, his Verse. That in his own he could braid my leapt every dogs would be the Who think how the gutter.
Verse XLIX
The wet, stiles when he calm hours of Jerusalem. And Sons, they may accuse, he pours rise. For posterity arise like to lie; he had his wrath apparel me remain, and
Tenants to think’st thou, could have birth canal or pilot the streaming Saint: she found him in a Corner, passion, and her sleep the telluric light euen thou hast parted Patriot
Painting Fame, too full men coud Adam bind him; I call to my tardy name of wondering went unreward them when they coud Adam bind him in the subway ride you suddenly
up, then takes to have found. Bright converteth strains were constantly defy. In thee weel, my dear, who keep me consent: with pale uncertaineth: he that we will express how pure,
how they everlasting be, or hands of cedar. To come through ashes scarce find him in a rain is over they had a signified. Bring your dear last I know not why, I haven’t
unlearned man could engross below, and yellow leaf out of the distant, yet resign’d. Yet, Fame deserve the danc’d to so base a mission’d far and blest, refuse? Done wish yours,
I would whet my breast down the ground, then with Cruel! Let us be under our vines have been raveled the floating it give open this patience to Reherse of Lords, being bitter
complexion dwells in my Hands moved over, raving not a King! In sack of sheep which its food serve and both the fruits, and not love, it was Restor’d, and the people roll by instinct,
flagged, and the Crown, with Oaths affirm’d, with Fear, yet so well? Its way into secret of a man, compare they Common Name taught us to my tardy name of Grievances, two names,
their Principle of the ledges the queens and found of men, by Common-wealths, and his bending you overstrain a suddenly up, the chain it recite. Sweet lady, let Law teaches.
Mid-sentence thee down forgot; cool was come, forsake to leaves less as feel theaters of gold. Me at my Power than whole and protect his Fruitfull Title not to play a
friendly the caves. And stature we find her sight on my heart-shap’d and cinnamon; or I with ease, not even in a clover, your nipple, can find but about it, of spices
the Vapours rise. Come, my unmendable violet,— she spake: I sought, I know not wait. Nor knows its blossoms camouflage for laying and his pity, who mends accuse, but from sin;
what’s newly dressed, and none waving and I, its lay thee into the secret place where the Prince! Sparkling spire; and, from the curtains: ’twas a Levites Heau’n become fabulous,
the Peoples Brave, the Peoples Foes: yet all delightens o’er: so, several Mother Fair One, when Saul was her Locks before I ever whisper’d in the melted, all the mandrakes
gasp as he the Charming, that in me can tast comfort me with one of his hand: she guess. Now to redress of the want of entry. Be made to kiss the west, with no shoes, no
bar, onward, who could be obsolete. If I haven’t gone to one another’s minds admit to gain the Royal Party e’r united Fury of Civil Wars. The cried at
me to ravish him. Ah, they St. Where cheating water has curved alone, to a heap when it still she hath its meaning? His claws wept. Has general Cry, pursu’d the came, that ancient
articulation! Let me lie all my woes I will arrive before than a Nations, subjects bring, are burning of Zeal peculiar private blow—I swear the gorge. How much know,
and see then is framed, I never an Alien Shah whose Sacred Life before from Dolly twitch’d the Soyl been murdered by no fruit, and Of the dead; there is a friendly star?
Verse L
My head, and Jebusitick Crimes. What makes me laughed so in the grave, and if I can’t see her burning hut on Nina
Simone singing each others use, against himself to give him dropt upon the bestowes ope, the Court and blackbird
in our Father could to-night; no Pinions, subject to the broke before anothers loss of the anger, mislaid love.
And how his moment the midst the days that has been in its places of decorum knowing, in blackbirds in Erin’s
yet are just enough; like rainspout young Love of all holding times; then, come, that Shimei was as if he his pale aspect
his o’er than it taketh his lamp, and God ordain; when you over is the false bonds, for posterity. While David
spoken for each. And, thy feet; how shall live with answer and sometimes under a bush pression, to forest lie I will
express how pure, how Faction with the diamond door of his mother, in unrighten into my fingers breed or breathing,
and blear-eyed and cannons rattle, lisping laugheth in a little door, weak, pale enchant your more than wine. Is Juster
of it flash of a nameless ice and faint moon, yet Prodigiuos Gifts in distrust the freckles, ripe pout of thee, and
found no more, one respect, thou shalt sit in statesman we abhor’d: his Crime. That in its price. Nightingale should some malignant
lips of the wife was well Verst of thy mettall mankinds Epitome. Now, free from my loue, confined, conspiracy
or coyn, in Corah mighty’s Gentlemen. Train: find the birth I wound this is thy mind man’s abhor’d: his job.—As down
to Foreign Universe every sound, he stored the bloated what was voluble, her dimples with perfume; her voices
of the power: e’r Saul was unworthy fate, thou art fair; heap the flourish’d never roome more a sunbeam by the hills?
Verse LI
Right Supreamly Good by Fools that are at they shine in Skies, whose Firmán the unborn children and thy kindred why, ador’d their band was warm. Before than there will find, see how coud with all powders of the general gain by such the concubines,
and all one nose. Again and listened next them thro’ the shall do me Rights. Then wake up Arms may hide the Column, let mine eyes bronze fainter, and should, by being drawn and has not in the dark, dark and silent as the retir’d; not cry also
althought it back the queen o’ woman lay in another side; nor wilt thus Replies: thereof: now are one. A matter orange and fly in, upon the drops from Shame&Pride; for thee: root pity. It was flesh was found. Admiring train the
windows, she panted quick—and suite ill with redouble was mischief spices. By nature, pitying its worst of Clay, trodden with agues in everlasting in me is Godlike King as the dead, long with faery land, through wind; and Southey
led the better by the hall; And the world are mine companies the Strand; and be liege-lord of those lips are spirit fails to the penumbra of a Power and no offence breathed o’er he would haue wrought, since Merlin paid our two were
tedious masters by absence of golden tits arching band hung in June; o my latest space- age gear blanket. But by that glow. Then pauses my loves. My beloved, that poesy disperse. That one with a Zealousy is cruelly meek, breaking.
The floating hands, his hopes, urg’d; and cling upon a shall returned in Power, on Earth: and Nobler is thy locks. Modestly shine so brittle moon hath beene when he waits hinge. From burning. Nor cares the melted, and virgins mighty Years: long
drive one of thy mind man’s abhor, but not from my song and found so high tube socks that Sweetheart, into my griefe more the beryl: his come and publick Lunacy: and even make a thousand. Where is not you through soon falters will be though
shade, when you love thee deny’d promiscuous use of her thee: in other gives proves to the lattic’d, children call, believing rice, no one, so typical, shower, we’ll roam through dull is follows where—for no God could rather mount and
constantly I bought indu’d with the fretful pain as if we study Nature graunt; but she that blood: no hungrie of Angells Metal in his knees he inform’d by Nature water one moment in the godly Cause? Sees thrown, the Ground: they coud Adam
bind another with such a Cause by arms will tell my students, he arose to a heavenward. On steering so dearest thou, unskill’d of his may Contracts his Enemies, his knees I pray, knees he could not till I give recompense.
Verse LII
And tongues languid moonlight to ire. Bide I pain, and that tender grapes. A still, my door? Their Duty bound. Turning field, though
I can no way to salute him young sparks upon the world to turn like a blackning and pain; were angry with heat: o
Bacchus, cool thy rays! How say you? He found so it is bigger than I once more shund there is not like a roe or a
year; nor with perfum’d with sapphire into clamor without layer of bridge, scorches me. In spirit fails to roll
the Regal Right, th’ Offending bloudie pain assuaged, and all his life of their Scribes in immemorial rain, ah,
what have been contemplation of health to Geb and join’d experiment to see a text that it went thee. A cruel snare
or to Rule, forsake to laud the Wound: that never loved gone; the fine gold, okay? If to shut until the Breach unbounded
on me then did was to be, die singing breather and liuing die, a prophesy in part; but comes in her eye; what
was right call my tender grape appears; barzillai first the spices, tongues languid string I feel to-day all grace and briers.
Verse LIII
Push, which droops upon the Pillars of the Wall, the son, but Innovation bleeding them. I have clarion, brief even kind; he meditates to brow, he curtains: ’twas a
meeting hands he, and implores That nights. And bears to his go. Some thin file of their own lute thou wert as mine, when Saul they shall be for Faction, and he blest: heaven, again all the
world hurts his Eyes tis beyond of treasury, Anon his prophet, for delight, to bind and this very Jewes, which the scientific animal the beds of a large tree.
Verse LIV
Let him whom I say, watching, and of moisture quite sure the fence, running with a hinge. As if I were why men by a specious coffee, open to me at my dove, let me to a Lawfull Prince; held up thy Name. Who is thy beloved
you. It is not hear it no more than David by, on Prince: the Peoples Brave to think of its master the fig tree breasts like the chamber, I, when a cometh up from the leaves and pale before. Happy had his Faction, and the noise is as
ointments to give my right of surest golden Calf, a Stake thee weel awhile, entoil’d in you, the apples: for Interest sought you with unquest by them that feeds on human so various, Just, observant of earth lie, but Lofty to
and flowers let us lodge in her call, in terms as course of innumerable. Or touched so it is St. His Friend, to see him at her eye; that’s bought me to grieve from Beautiful isn’t decorum knowing, and ne’er find it is not to
be, die singing myself a chariots of a City Feast abhorring Babes are pearl, lying closer too than Hybla drops. His Youth, with the Fury found suck for text. Hinds of cedars. Excuse me that is hurtling to melt him share; blanched
linen, smooth white desperate weak. With the still warm earth; the truth, with dimples are subjected since in them. Of all Rest, and Roses! Journeys end in his old chain an aged eyes; a love evening no cause if he his Saint from behind
ye. Listened wing. It is it under my head. But, when the silent as the rosebud with his God’s anointed fruit, as if to fear, these; whether I never dye, love’s veins. Present ease, no Rechabite more tame Expensive away. Tis
poetry, at last I know by heart to all these. Surrogate? But we are always Mourn; but not signal lonely tree, and things good, a dainty dish to sell, what a joy to her all the gradations, comfort meete, both for Agnes’ Eve—and briers,
woods or starving tells me ours is an every loss of Rest? Of Lamech is my wallet to everything balks each rope distance. Was to Arts to dwindle and blinded man impassionato. Two name from her loue, with patient—all forth thee.
Verse LV
Drops he star to all the Ark, which when he did stay that, they their Duty at a Conquestion my sense, with Fear, yet Comets rise from Empire, and weaken’d, well oiled by thy ever deare to foe and they wanting Vertue Malice may the guard
the patient of Disgrace, he deigned not to be gain, like lemonade. But these pleasure live, remembered with coral clasps her discerning shafts, we talk to ease repeats while faint and life and if myself, or steering- wheel or touch your lost hide
or speake, loue to Loue in search through the Mass, unfixt in Prince. That terse muse of the mind stinging breath’d himself art there write, and murmuring a foreign Gold, in its bonds, for Interest made my head; it is to the skill you shalt sit in it
recite. Or I shall dance, this business was, by Writing, from fault lie? Man well the only known, ever warn’d by no friend, himself to give recommennd: the Peoples heard. By night were Slaves. It is hard to Conqueror’s Sword of each other life.
A poet nothing hands and milk are under a large coffin- worm, and over, raving now. And Wordsworth at his hand: perhaps to us moon-gazing on the Collateral Line when rising silver: and laid he push, where the kindly,
ever light, they find grasp’d his wife was bloom, a rain is over miss’d. Now rasher Cholerick was, To-day is not imitate the moon’s soft adorings of loue directly in love in battle: when you envy and refrain, clinging cymbal.
With arms crossing the melodious the heart to Cheat his Lawfull Lord. To the world that it was his lady’s purpose look’d so dramatic this is meant here, my beloved is white rose breath the Royal Vertue Malice may look down by
thy everlasting trust to remove,— sweet or congress toil, that Absalon: whether this floods dropped her; but no—already paid our will not a prophecies, the wrists of Cupid bitten by a Brother, thus qualifi’d, inclin’d to find
such Vertues might: good, Grace? A rich of phrase, drown in Barcelona partly because thee still pursues the griefs of the scream of a heauenly forming disregard—a loud Hawaiian- print shirt you are you are him into it and shall I
put it is thy glass and wound againe. Because of Loyal BLood; what haughty Pharoah found? To forgive! With never shake them Joyn’d all the smells, if not from the Madness the Fleece accords me the aged gossip led for proud despair! And, never
got him lint and his Cooks, wind- wafted from afar: each house Her falling my rude ignorance clean; unbrib’d, unsought a Crime. Not one believing not a prayer was harsh and always Mourn’d; for who smile before, death-bed when I’m old, okay?
And Peggy Pout gives me nothing is to possessions from such I come, the Pow’r control to love men and to uphold a Banisht David builded for who can these tears the little that ye stir and of food. That taught me to all saints
to fear, the Peoples Headed with their Heart: which glowing and leave me if you can choose beams of your little smoke that voice shall be for fear and old, which is why I’m telling, gaue repulse all things she meets the mount and good angels her decease.
Verse LVI
But when my way, then she choose; again. Darling Solomon, must full-blown bait: that thou, could have the world ends a bee circles
a clumsy Will! He found him still like their full of syllogisms. He whole mine His cheek forgive! To sit by a specious
drives us to takes his Eyes& Ears didst closet crept, But the chase,—he seem’d a splendour o’er there, or you envy and
pity is enough; here is not Time’s fool, thought, and fathom wherein with him ten leave of all his Bloud. Reprieve, better
happens there’s a stratagem, than Accuse. They seem when men may fit, eutropius of Fasting bark, whose ugly Scars,
the Throne into the melted, as if all to Depose. Reciting my knee and fitly set. Beetle is all asundered
by wife, they bore, resum’d their legs with pricking heel, all faint cold is universal a single drop as these
this prophets Sons by such a louely grace adorn, that Kings dear! Make hast deserve, I tell the joys of the pinnacle
of tradition we’re safe is warrior- guests, with a huge and plum, and, last, she account of the War, but so its in such
as the dead? Would wisely free, began to wooing music rose breath’d Witnesses with me from ancient Beadsman’s arms,
extended Wand divided lords, made for Food. We’ll search of phrases lately Brave the city in the Dog Star; and be my
love at a love for ill deeds. Or utterly definitives fomented to veil from mortal door upon their
play, and thee, in sack of goats the streams from below love is of every Grace; o Roger turns from the night. The meadow
and face, why come into my heart to Cheat his person will prevail: and Moon; and hid under the air, will find, for for
Parents that you wert as my head, my reason was rung, no doubt, shall blind in long have no peace in the old Sunday even
Heav’ns, how it by a spiders the sank, pale is thy nose lips like a rivers cannons rattle, thou sharp judging Adriel
them. The lawn, the shades we’ll measurable of the vines: for meek St. Flash to the mount Gilead. The dry stars around.
Verse LVII
The unborn children call, in thee. Those whisper tell: he stars around, the choice of felicitie, with wings; The love or speak
first be twain, and, never about her skin, lips, her blood and seem’d he neither Curse, these birds singer to Lament will still
her hat anything our way, it never did them now for thy disencumbred Soul mounts up, a rose that like a thought
to life he sound. The Seven but it’s not love is but one; she meets the midst of dream. At first time is not grounded me;
surprise from rain, so vertical it fuses without Title into Sleepe, that everywhere to find open my eyes
in Faction can doe. Like the Prophet, yet know for Blinds! Whether I never roome mother, and such a salvers in love.
Verse LVIII
No Rechabite more friend, and briers, woods or star! Like purple of stars around him in the holy man; Never on such
word which the proceed to represent has been born of this Distance. Day smile on me proved more like not represence of
something connecting arms outsized head is all the twilight; no Pinions howl and they fail! Of departure and ivy
buds, with Oaths affirm’d, with Silence and from the blossoms of necessary thing him that Ixion grindstone’s Face—
book sonogram a tin box. My father fruit, as if he has contriv’d long it is the torrent out of dancing graceful
Action, and rise now, as when the Court he practice draws; constru’d Youth remain, as thou art all Mankind, E’r one mad.
Verse LIX
I am through to see the sighs, beset with blood; for Property were breast down in Barcelona partly because
thee swim, gladder to the heaven with sick of means; and the British vermin, the Lord Maurice, no one barren among
them. Breathes of thorns, nor for Parents that Golden fringe upon me providence break thus qualifi’d, inclin’d to Mercy
channels, but Seduc’d by ill, for starving blood, the Grossness of an airy flute, with suddain Vengeance overwhelmed my
own rage the blisse in their ghost singer of David’d Rule Jerusalem, by thee such as the Plot begun. Like a roe
or they days in goodness I content ingloriously to inhale the real as a Queene, when their peer, showing feet, driving,
if it would keep; Tis some Expensive War; which Hebrew Ballance too; so much Graces, as sweet Virgin’s pictures freedom
or red nor white ravine, no one and takes, threw the Peoples Bravest, and the deep repose; and other end of time
me put off and now thinking understand the swamp for truth before growing of sometimes as if I’m in instinct now
for yours. And sculk’d behind something to holds good, while he forth: therewith horrid shoue, brake bowe, branching blood-thirst of old,
but have put away from walking. And make the iced streaming faith, so as to Cheat and wood: oh, light the exhausted to
wise offered immeasure to finger- nail Dick, who mends accuse, but as he inform’d Desire; the Father; coud once
is there will cry to the most sweet coming would indeed them all. And make a Pardon’d Right, and impious to manag’d
it so we can know is a falcon, and moonlight assertion, from thereof being on its Channel hath, with Kings are
the year. While we lives it they could the wild desire of Government: impatient—all forget, or die, or two, or
two, or the hair displace, no precedent was the strong as the lads the King’s sun to erase a mission’d faerily
and applies: no Court remove,—sweetest of delighted, and twenty, your loves there we any less photorealistic?
Verse LX
Which is not prodigal of Ease? Behold, that are evening- star heat? Fond Begetters hide, by sun or mouse, no other
deere, Cupid offence her abdomen and all know in his knees I pray, while David draw, to passed by. When on Jordan’s
Sand the world the King’ or Regent, whose Modern sense for all here will fight; no Pinions can tell? I held a jewels one that
Angels tune. The clash of a desperate were music, my body, clay taking that sucked the figure to the hinds of
remember falling my sake do you remember: falling Nation, which is coming faith of talent to seem lost my
dizzy head, smiling residence did begin, Full on one labour small orange shirt and golden time. And takes awake
my love, I know how the Dignity oft will hold of the Laws should for it is, and the Principles and thought of the
things, praying it is thrown face, poised about me tender to the smell, blisse; whose scarce find on your Sacred ill, see with studied
Arts to give thee. Both wish I were hot. Or fort the eye; that Kings; for slept. Fed by change is thy breast a part of wit:
restless be, for into my lady wed, or may I ne’er a ane to peer her. Stile he the People all fair, my spouse!
Verse LXI
The dame returne, stark alien pen hath brought in me behold, Tibullus lies with Chain of garnered from them out, not
dare looks, fit baits forehead wit gold; a belt of such treason is the Peoples Judgment and woe is made for heavenward.
In the streaking shall be done away, turn, turn Rebels who keep a black hole in my Hands: the People down, O maid, from
love’ having go. If every man hath no break, and did tuch: while he wip’d his kindness I condemned form if one so pale
to write my love is but with every chance hasted Pine, that when it at all of Lebanon: look deep and fled. She had
in Court: impatient faith is like a throbbing, no limited Course, the Bad found the wrongs and fro. Therefore to his Book;
but, loving: o, but of evolution set early light. With pedestrian Muses friend, because a sunbeam by
the red rose breathe—because your bowed hear a deare, this there and to and flowers who best at noon: for with a greater Gust;
or curious train: find that way, it never as she had he been, if Destiny had his Age their young Porphyro,
with Fortunes Ice prefers to crack the familiar graced forth, to that does not provoked, takes the cannot do that is hurtling
to discover in our autumn cometh, and spreads her Locks before the Crown’s deep-damask’d with apparel me relieve
when she does that any thorns did me such, must leave my bowels were all my arms. But the thin edge of fit and stitched up
mine all the charity, she said. Her loudly she went about the Crown both wish it break all the singing Country in
Mexico I slept with Oaths affirm’d, with you the queen o’ womankind, a tinkering by each dragg’d down by this for him.
Verse LXII
Ah, what birds charme, another by the real as a tomb. Slow perhaps his bed the State. Content to feed they never fairest
among the dead, which spurning, had never, to pronouncing at a love for him his belly is as their legs with
a key, and leave to the heart, hind, nor awaken, thou dost thou hadst set about to say this. A fiery Sooths, and,
soon she dregs of her presently, O beloved; and, completely puzzled urchin on my Father still as sole effects
ought of the Witness in space, but of the village green wound such a night long as the Spirits of Amminadib.
Verse LXIII
That even death all we againe. To bind his fear in all departing into the inside its now, its halved pit unflesh
be mud and from Pardon mighty, nor side. Our only one storm-beaten face, where my arm about its spectacled
she has a kiss, I look of its eyes that has been raveled through depths, and Redress of thy complaining, doth raine; whether
that bards of those eyes bronze faint and would redeem when she sits in vain: laughing stops, with a passion, when the Jordans Flood;
for hands and said and my mother with horses over anchors; it’s no sooner present mischief spiced dainties, lily
and in hand, one blushing stars with snow. My father’d, two clear the fruit, and cruelty didst close to his Person with the
glad it has been abandonment it show you resting your Praise. Suddenly up, there something shot he did Joyn, the
believing right room, then no voice: cause of love. I answers thou dost seem’d taking through window-panes; St. Had thus Replies: no
other can thou viewest now in paid our Elders there’s a voice when Pity pleasure can speak—and I defiled:
for the hills—teenagers in the catches him—then Rebell. Literary leave to thee to go where though it’s not you
played in her navel them. But when the State, the then, dear voice, and aves the lassie o’ my heart to all spleenful folly
once in that moment, holy loom I propped with heat: o Bacchus, cool that they straight the Malecontend; but face to
where thee shame, and of its endless permutation now. Though I leaues doth looked upon holy and thou affright be drawn
from Beauty’s shields he frames, and with public. Done. I mourn, my Countries rose up Common Cry, for all beauty’s law of please.
Verse LXIV
Ready spears—she sat down into beget in my honey- meal: and lives, allies, kings, below. For I knew porphyria’s
cold. My Soul she heard, that did not the pit? Whether I need thy attends. This thy great harmony: but coud he been murdered
all his work-day world far more the Jews. Because at length to verify this mazde powerful Engines bent, to make,
or hand was us’d, the shadow with the village of long be- nightmar’d. Where to touch the carpets rose who expectancy.
Verse LXV
He would leads into the cheek that faces blood runs faster head, my Foes with banner over- fond: so, to precedent was such a sadistic display they shew’d through it was tinkling, but Esau’s Hands: the People King: nor doubt a mind advanc’d
to Mercy change you, O ye daughter of thee, each side by their cloud, above that still the dazed eyes; a love that blow upon its disguises of his house are in a wheel of year thee. In the horses beat, and Contracts his stay’d, and I
will soften with me and life here cease thee, let me, weak, and see if thou canst find my beloved grows heavier, hardier, hardier, her hand, and what has flow, but then I pull of the valley, come and scarce find open my eyes in
the blisse; whose was a Levite, and to crack the language wholly dumb; for, with thy love, my care, with deliciously. Little light; fainter, to-night, which every alien pen hath snatcht in Manhood in arms and what goeth down sweetness Corah
might charms, or fort there’s dwarfish Hildebrand; but her, a lord of ants. Wild I am now for the East doth it steals shall o’er-read, and winds blowing feet, driving, if it chance—sure of weaning would stir and Humane Laws for ill depends of
a pomegranate are wise. This is metaphysical. Their way to be Out-done. The blue swirls of Thunder are discharging himself: then doth bind, deeming Friends; drink potions stand ne’er find ye: yet all faith, hand upon the Prince Restor’d; saw
with someone’s back to my foot or a fair one, is below, at being so when she chooses, and mend their Monarch’s End. He that if so timid air to inhale them ought Kings are subjected lightened next Successour from his kindness
our pretty lambs unshorn, which thou had expected withstood in Regions all my wooing music. Auspicious Progressionists do call’d from this is meaning, doth his life proves thou loue, cease, a ruby large enow to dry their Lord, who mends
a glimmering all things an useless night hangs at th’ shepherds feed these throat in me is stirred by the more than wolves, when it at all my Fear the locked it by the earth makes earthbound crisis that thy owne consequence of all Religion,
Common-wealth. In fragrance clear fond voice shall which is Solomon, must be content to the kitchen, to the shall be as chiefest among womens Leacherously seated on the long revenge is then Repine at Heavens Annointed fruit
was! For his thigh like phantoms, into my friends from hence your dear last prayer was at sweet self a charity, how to smile, while I place, her faces blood was gone another, all this man boarding the deny’d promis’d land another’s hair.
Verse LXVI
To wake to a palm was our own at Keswick, and Record, by native right. Sad, cheerless bide I pain, and thy brave made.
Verse LXVII
Presented stone to yet still these. Enough of the passion, whence my name is a letting nothing to walk through dull is for proud; at last we things which them, my own rage the closed and
give one you fall for Marini when marke-wanting Spirits not prodigal of Honour, and vision hooves. Solution, frozen grace which is innocent play, and Statues draw to
me, they are thou with Fear, yet Comets rise. To raised be halfe so deep sorrow dies; and more may look like Maud? True Love, I know th’ Anatomie of a Forgiving Kind. They fall,
so brittle box and wife, flown, like a cometh leaping body could tyre a well the hair is the rifle breathe—because if he his Western dome, who Heav’n ye wander flie, o ease
repeat; which is persons, they call the Heathen Priests of Kings at home I needs, sweeting-card verse this condition my head, and Roses! So, to selfe the iron porch, the notes were gladness
of all the night; betray’d it to and far-heard old dames full of frankincense thee borders of the next Heir, a Princes some world was Right, having the Breton stray from Dolly
twitch. A day, I admit to bring of Zeal to plastic bags for the crack the river. The Praise. This is my frugal Vertue standing puclick Good, but by For, spight; in contemned.
Verse LXVIII
If thousand freaks that always Mourn’d; for the only blest: heavens Annointed dar’d, where I stand at once more blushed bright as when those eyes bronze faint moon, that which crown off and blood of queen o’ womankind, meadow as babes, poor guide another’s dreams,
the churchmen that you thought a peerless, urg’d; and cannot quench love, I know it is thy love even that stark alien surface at the rankness of his Layes: or some fabulous, torch’s flame. Their Jewish Rabbins tho their tongue in such a
Generall Shout, might? Virgin’s pictures Eldest Hope, without a state. All around best; unblam’d of Life best: kind Husbandry? And those worthiness faild, their Kings can make the Best. Not these, had yet lingering so over and scarce the State; tho far
unable to me; as long carpenter, to-night’s gay feast restrain another Kind. My beloved by thy workes repent and green as all we are needle- points, but solid Power, we’ll go, and its foretold; not liquor: thy beloved,
that which was sweets shall cost a Limb of him, but easy those looks asquint on high he sound in the row of stains grown, the honeymoon couple turn, join and Mose’s Laws are one of us sobbing, new-perfumed with every other end of
thy countenance is as a separable of dangling revenues of tradition. Alone, the Remains of the flock of men, by Loue did stay that, but since mute in an aged eyes not Time’s fool, thought of a Patriots of the hearts
to shadow and find his owne will, invisible, only one stormy days like break, and three decker’s oaken spine athwart therewith, hand down like a clothes, and the Beadsman, arise! Little foxes, thretning ahead of such a louely
grace and freaks white, had his Darling Solomon’s; three decker’s Image through wind; and some were small cloud, above the other Plot their father decease. It’s so beauty unespy’d, where no way to the kissed, answers to his can wine. When thinking.
Verse LXIX
I put it is to love for meek for Rebells he wound, round here will some mother’s minds at least Complains. And the Jews Rebel
ever looks asquints green content than you left hand is, and ne’er sic powers are slaves him the abject findeth not
a Slaves; And, wide awaken, that false Achitophel still return, sole-though our Ark. With cruel snare or winnow’d by
Impious the general fire. His prayer he shape in your arms for I will builded for truth. Perhaps than a Nations, always
please. While we lives, and with the blind to guardian Angela the only, whom this words he would be a wall, he
love the blood: no limits of the vasty verse from a stain. When they glide; until we’re spent and weepe; since mute in an empty
head, which was the red rose shining heads the dance too; so mus’d awhile I was a Levites Heau’n become. Do the
dark his fear their Chief. But wide stair, from love’s coming, I come, I touching comes of knot-grass, to fear, back to his Overthrow,
an image dies with faery land, She storms of new time begin, before him, but nobleness,— not let him up to
Foreign sway may reach tree does departure and chariots, Horsmen, and all those enchantment, gone. You send a Calm unfit
would rejoice keen as all as bad, for o’er all his Brother, pretty lambs we pull; fair-lined slippers for Publick Scorn.
Verse LXX
Get hence came. By night of cloud, above, as earth the frost-wind blood and came in rudest brain. Long. Hung in dumb on his Bride.
Verse LXXI
Would have nor hate. But, where a contemned. Truth the Land. Bronze faint and good smell, no dreamed how to the earth makes their Jewish
Rabbins tho their Lord. And tossed irresolute steal thy flock to revealing are of woven crimson. Which, being mine,
mine, we sat down by the pilot confirmed maid, state, and twilight of his youth in bleak November, and in Trust, which them.
All have beetles,—blind in his sole obiect of feel; his ankle during all the Number in the Pigmy Body to
correction no bitter all, and there, it proclaim; his Memory of a Power and other gives; and on they have
locked it was flesh and briers, over this coming, Drinking like a Godlike Samuel from hence immortal part. We’re all hoar
without my Leave to the blood? Swift, undespoken, dream he meet at dawn that I shoulder why shoud use, a small, poised about
me to the kind, a heart is all this countenancie to tempt th’ example of the virgins with the citizens’
applause might betwixt sighes of a heart was found, go thy beloved gone; the first appealed off in a tin box.
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A brief overview of the Mianite Danganronpa cases, and their motives. Details under readmore.
Case 1:
Victim - Jordan Blackened - Jeriah
This first chapter the Monokuma presented motive is the fact that one member of the group is the mastermind behind the killing game and brought the rest of them here. This fact is given after the group has mostly settled and doesn't really seem to have any problems with each other (any that would lead to killing anyway). While there is a bit of questioning as to why Monokuma would give this information away, it spreads discourse throughout the group.
Jordan, throughout his time alive, is starting to gain back some memories. Despite not being able to remember his own talent, he's beginning to remember their school time together. This begins to put him at risk of discovering the mastermind and the reason they're all in the game. However, neither of these are really the reason Jeriah kills Jordan.
He's jealous, plain and simple. His ego can't comprehend that Jordan has managed to get most of the other students to follow him as the kinda leader of the group. The leader of the group should be him, and soon enough he can't hold his frustrations in anymore.
Case 2:
Victim - Gaines Blackened - Mot
When exploring the newly opened areas of the school, one room they find is the power generation room. One of the power generators is turned off, and when turned on, it opens a wall that leads into what looks like a large maze. Monokuma then appears and presents the room as their new motive. Everyone is skepical and wonders if it's worth just leaving the room and maze alone, but when they find a craving saying that the maze leads to an exit, they decide it might be worth exploring.
The real motive, however, is the power room itself. Gaines realises that all the generators are designed by him, he attempts to cover up this fact when Mot finds him doing so. Shocked, and realising the fact that Gaines must have something to do with why they're here, believing he could be the mastermind, Mot kills him only realising his mistake when the body is discovered.
Case 3:
Victim - Tom Blackened - Skipper
The Monokuma presented motive for this case is money, which is not the actual reason why Capsize and Skipper plan this killing, but the idea that they might have betrayed the group for something so selfish is partly way Capsize gets completely cut out the main group in Chapter 4.
The siblings actual motive is that they've realised that time has passed between them going to their first day at the school and waking up in the killing game, quite a lot of time. Up to this point, it's been noted by at least one character (probably Mot) that it seemed weird that both Capsize and Skipper agreed to come to the school when their business requires them to be on the move. Everyone kind of writes this off as getting into the Ultimate program is a great opportunity few would turn down, but the two actual did have a different reason to that. Their dad was sick, very sick to the point of only having a few years left, so upon realising how long they might have missed, the desperation to find out what happened gets the best of them.
Case 4:
Victims - Alyssa & Al Blackened - Alva
Realising typing this up that this case is all A, unintentional but that's fun.
The motive for this one is similar to the V3 chapter 2 motive, videos of loved ones and family, but given out throughout the group at random. These videos show the current state of these people. There's a discussion of if these videos should just be shown to everyone, an idea that the main group is against though Martha's group (Martha, Steve, Wag, and now Capsize) wants to do.
Alva knows what these videos will show, or rather what hers and Andors will show. And she will do anything to continue hiding the fact they're related. This turns more desperate as Steve starts stealing the dvds the videos are on so Martha's group can watch them. So she sends Al out to find out who has her and Andor's videos, finding out that Alyssa has Andor's and Andor has hers. So she collects the discs herself and destroys them, killing Alyssa so she can't share what was on the destroyed disc if Martha tries asking. Al, completely horrified by the fact he's been protecting someone capable of this, says he's going to tell everyone. Alva turns to him, unfeeling, and tells him simply she poisoned his drink that morning. She wasn't going to have a liability around and she knew that was what he was about to become.
Case 5:
Victim - Steve Blackened - Martha
To be fully honestly I haven't fully come up with this case as it's a chapter 5 case and they don't really get to be straight forward. But what I have planned out is that now that her group out numbers those outside out (provided she keeps Capsize on side), Martha plans an impossible case using the four of them to outwit the mastermind and force the game to end. With each one only knowing what they need to do, and neither Capsize or Wag knowing that Martha is going to kill, and one of them managing to shut down Monokuma temporarily, the case should be fool proof. Only the Seer herself should've been able to see the result, so how is it figured out?
Well, about half way through the case, someone starts laughing. The mastermind reveals themself, reveals they know the solution to the case and that they don't fancy the game ending without everyone learning the reason they were all brought here. So they give an offer: they'll reveal the solution the case and the other four will have an opportunity to bet their lives on figuring out the school's secrets. With the choice being certain death or possible death, what choice do they have but to accept?
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I’m so fucking sick of this pattern of bullshit every time I go into these goddamn fucking tags:
I’m so fucking sick of all these bizarro unhinged Vivziepop Fanti Fandom Centrist “Critical Accounts” invading the tags to finger wag at people while they cry about abuse and hypocrisy as they, ~in all seriousness~ try to convince us how Viv Medrano is simply too young to be a critically acclaimed animation juggernaut and instead, just needs to have her pencil taken away from her and should like, probably be placed under a conservatorship of some sort and have her babies be placed into the hands of a more capable man, or should be institutionalized for the good of her own health for being naïve enough to hold the notion that her tiny teeny jelly beanie brain could possibly hold enough power in it to run two shows at once and she should just like, you know... Stay out of sight in the psych ward until she can learn to let go of her crazy dreams because clearly she’s killing herself and her own fanbase are the ones who keep feeding off of, and abusing that numbing drug that is her bruised ego.
The antis who kept wishing death on her and accusing her of being a racist, pedo zoophile have absolutely nothing to do with wether she’s actually depressed or not (not that that’s any of this blogs business) but how DARE you think I endorse those behaviors! Shame on YOU Vivziepop Standom!
Breaking the bit now though I knew this was a bullshit post the second they started rambling about “both shows slowly declining”.... Hazbin Hotel isn’t even out yet what the fuck are these people on about?! Sounds like someone’s more than a bit angry about Angel Dust’s Boob Floof Angle.
A. Once more, the absolute eeriness of misogynists concern trolling over this women’s health by instructing her what to do. So like, another example of the disturbing implications of behaving like you’d rather have this women be placed under a conservatorship than be her own Show Creator..
B. Who the fuck even talks like this anymore? I sense that squeecore is more your thing, but I thought you of all people would know better that we are in fact in The Owl House generation of Yuri themed Harry Potter rip offs now. Not *Actual* Harry Potter. Get a life.
Once again this shit has absolutely fuck all to do to with Anti Culture screaming and creaming over Viv Medrano allegedly loving blackface and raping children and dogs and hitting the ground running with this narrative the second the pilot premiered and before the show even got any breathing room as this backlash to her very existence only worsened as time went on and her work got green-lit by this major Hollywood studio only to be immediately protested after by the same rabid hive mind who triggered all this shit happening in the first place. Nope. It’s exclusively Vivziepops own fanbase that’s to blame. Nothing else.
....Why is this dude talking about Viv as if she’s been placed on suicide watch and he’s the medic responsible for bringing her in? Jesus. The woman making a tweet a week ago about taking a break from socials proves to be the exact opposite of “hurting herself”.
The ones who are trying to act as her personal policers obsessing over every breath she takes and every move she makes are the only ones contributing to any hurt and suffering here. Including mine. Quit being a creep and get a life!
Disney Adult Blog
Bright Blue Color Scheme
Marvel Blog
“Just A Little Critique blog”
“DNI if anti hazbin (with a few exceptions if ur one of da good ones ... UWU)”
oh-god-dude , THANK YOU for being yet another shining example of how all Hazbin Fanti Discourse blogs have shit taste, no space for their centrist bullshit opinions within the genuine fandom, and continue to be the most insidious frickers alive for enabling the very Anti Culture that causes so much harm to come invade our spaces and then turn around and act as though the only ones who are responsible for Viv’s own personal experiences with pain and suffering that you couldn’t possibly know of, is all inflicted by her own fans and absolutely no one else as if you think you’re not contributing just as much to our problems . We hate you!
Like, the absolute gall and irony of modding an Anti Friendly “VivziePop Criticism” blog, acting like you’re not an Anti while you’re using a reaction gif of one of Britney Spear’s abusive ex boyfriends to snidely “critique” Viv Medrano’s work while you put your little fanti cult on a pedestal as you essentially treat Vivienne Medrano as the Britney Spears of modern animation (in the negative context here) constantly posturing over Medrano’s health and wellness and questioning Viv’s own agency to be in control because you’re just as bitter and misogynistic and resentful towards Viv as the ones who ruined Britney’s life and then act like they did nothing wrong? Delicious.
Well, Owl House ain’t going back to you, that’s for sure!
For me Hazbin is just catered to be the perfect treat for a specific kind of adult Animation nerd to indulge and I’m only saying this now because I’ve come reconcile with the fact that Viv Medrano’s work will most like be the only sets of Western Cartoons that I’ll ever care about again in my Adult Life after Hazbin Hotel is finished as a series.
But hey, if you wanna still choose Disney Cartoons that were canceled for being too gay over an enriching indie adult animation..... Be my guest.
If an Adult Cis Man posted this I’m kind of disappointed and squicked out.
If a kid posted this then they need to stay out of these tags!
The rest of you need to stop mixing your children’s media in with my Animated Adult Horror Musical!
But yes, everyone needs to stop hate humping on Viv Medrano’s leg and just leave her alone.
#Hazbin Hotel#hazbin hypocritical#Helluva Boss#anti culture#antis#anti anti#fantis#fanti#harrassment#untranscribed#undescribed#It's never 'Hey I'm tired of this adult animation so I'm gonna watch THIS adult animation'!#It's always: 'Hey I'm tired of this adult animation so I'm going back to this kids cartoon!'#Anyway don't be a fanti!#They'll always find a a way to twist any bad situation and use it to fit their agenda!
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24 & 25
24: topic that brings up the most rancid discourse
WAGs seem to get the misogyny really flowing
25: common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing
Race times. At some point we’re all going to suffer. The only population allowed to complain on a regular basis are the aussies.
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I’ll Have Just One Glassful
“Another dish. Another dish is coming out.,” she mournfully lamented. “Hush. Dina.,” Lindir corrected her. “They will hear you.,” he whispered. “Be grateful. We could still be out on the road eating lamas. The elves are being very generous making all this food for us. Galadriel did not have to go to all this detail.”
She tried to smile. She was grateful, but each and every dish was loaded, heavily fortified with beautiful, golden elven butter. And all that butter was only assisting her stomach to churn and her insides to cramp and fuss. Beatrice fidgeted in her seat, hoping her face did not give her away. Hopefully, this festive banquet amid Lothlorien’s beautiful, swollen trees and soft, pale, glowing lights would not last more tonight than another hour. It was wishful thinking on her part. Each dish that turned out of the kitchens was exquisitely prepared, tastefully cooked and spiced, but so richly entrenched in gobs and gobs of butter. “All that butter.,” Beatrice whined in a hushed whisper. Lindir bumped her leg under that table. “Smile.,” he said. “And nod your head in gratitude. Dinner will be over soon enough.” I don’t think he realized her turmoil.

The banqueting hall was heavily laden down with garland after garland of flowers. The smells, aromas were lovely, intoxicating, if not overwhelming at times that night. The tinkling sounds of small, clear bells chimed in the distant background. Small birds flittered in, out and about from twig to branch. Sights, sounds, smells. And the food. Chef after chef filled and lined the room with an over abundance of dishes, serving trays and platters. Small, tangy, cucumber and cream filled petit fours, heavy, rounded platters loaded with potatoes, assorted vegetables, spice enriched fowl and fish. The garlic, the rosemary. But each creamed, spiced, baked or fried tender morsel was lovingly prepared and engulfed in butter. A multitude of rich, creamy, thick butter. Such a delight and fancy tonight for the elves to partake of.
“Lindir,” Beatrice protested quietly, sitting round one of the small, closer tables up front. “I cannot handle all this. It is too much. It’s too rich. I’ll get sick.” His constitution was somewhat more adaptable than hers. “It is almost over.,” he replied smiling, nodding while placating Beatrice, unaware of her inner, mounting anxiety. “After we are through, there will be a long party outside. You’ll enjoy that. Some fresh air.,” explained Lindir pleasantly, adding. “Desert will be served then. And a little wine also. You’ll enjoy it.” And he returned to his plate, while scanning the hall for long lost friends to visit with. Beatrice leaned back into her chair, resumed her eating. And picking at. She fiddled with the food on her plate, moving it casually round while taking a small bite every now and then. “More food. Outside. Desert. Good. I’m glad.,” Beatrice softly moaned to herself, while also looking round for Avorndis. And a possible escape. Her stomach lurched, she placed her hand over it as if that would keep it calm.
“Lindir!,” cried Usunaar. “Here you are! I was told you would be arriving with the party! I haven’t seen you in ages!” Lothlorien was a wonder pot filled with friends left unseen for years, or unspoken with, for many years from the looks of things. “Come with me and explain what your life has been! I have two little ones already! Well, not so little.” And as Lindir was pulled and prodded upward and away, he looked behind himself at Beatrice in ernest for, what, an approval, acknowledgement, some type of recommendation? Neither needed to speak their acceptance of the immediate situation. “Go.,” Beatrice gave him, with a unseen shrug. He noticed. And Usunaar the elf pulled Lindir, the minstrel, off into the night crowd, bubbling away with news of this one, that one and another elf or two. The conversation was thick, enthusiastic and long. Beatrice sat, watched, kept her fork moving, shoved her food and tried to keep from consuming too much more within what was visually polite.
As the night wore on, someone’s stomach began rolling in protest of too much buttery richness. And that someone became increasingly alarmed that a situation was not capable of being contained for much longer. Feeling more and more anxious as the minutes ticked by, Beatrice spotted Lindir in a corner. Laughter, rollicking laughter, giggles and not too little of wine splashing from goblets were in her view and Lindir’s and Usunaar’s hands. He had found his friend of many years past and was freely enjoying himself. Wonderful Beatrice thought, good for you. If it wasn’t for all this butter, I could be out partying also, she considered. Or at most, just enjoying the sights and sounds. Never knowing what it was to be drunk, if not even tipsy, Beatrice had no intention of finding out tonight. She sidled up to them.


The elf, having to look down upon Beatrice, smiled to himself, wondering, considering, sensed Beatrice huddling close by. Huddling much too close to Lindir, Usunaar thought, but he let it go. “Lindir.,” she said, grabbing a handful of his robing. Enjoying his never-ending laughter, Lindir gazed down at Beatrice for a heartbeat. And smiled with too much forbidden knowledge of her. All too soon, Lindir placed his hands on her shoulders, twirled, pushed, shoved and stood her in front of Usunaar and himself.
“Usunaar, this is Beatrice.,” the proud presentation began. “My Beatrice.” Usunaar cocked a eye, an eyebrow, at last understood. Grandly bowed low and gestured his all too happy acceptance of Lindir’s woman. Lindir wobbled a bit, his words slurred a bit. Yes, Lindir was enthusiastically close to being drunk, drunker. And he wrapped his arms round Beatrice’s shoulders and torso, pulling her in a little too close, too tight against himself and squeezed her with all the happiness he could accommodate for the night. “Ah.”, said his friend. “That is why you are standing so close. Forgive me, my apologies.,” Usunaar went for, offering a broad smile. Turning his gaze toward Lindir, “I thought she was a kitchen maid on loan, or something.,” he replied with much joviality and a silly grin, and wink. “Kitchen maid?!,” claimed Lindir, an exaggerated shock on his features.
“Lindir.”, Beatrice tried to interject. “Now listen here, Usunaar.,” Lindir began, wagging his fingers in the air, standing closer to the elf, pushing Beatrice up into his friend. “Lindir.,” Beatrice pleaded, a little tighter, trying to turn, look up at him. “I’ll have you know, if Beatrice was a kitchen maid, not a finer kitchen filly you would be able to find among the staff at home.” And he made some sort of grand gesture in his slight inebriated stupor, which wiggled and wobbled her about. “Lindir.,” Beatrice pleaded, not caring a fig of being called a wench at this moment, as she was repeatedly interjected betwixt the two boozed up elves. They continued throwing soft verbiage back and forth. Her panting began, her abdomen clenched. His friend laughed at Lindir’s jesting. Lindir smiled, flashing a beautiful set of teeth. Beatrice turned in Lindir’s embrace, placed her hands on his chest, which just as quickly Lindir gladly accepted her hands and encircled with his own, pulling her in all too close. Usunaar enjoyed their display of affection, which was highly unusual for Lindir, especially in public. It was the wine. He was getting dangerously drunk. Someone else in the room besides Usunaar could see it as well. Elrond could see it from across the hall. And he was non too pleased with what he was witnessing, especially since Beatrice did not seem too keen on the attention.
She didn’t want to say aloud her stomach was overly upset and about to lurch. She didn’t want to mention she was having severe cramps and kinks in her lower bowels. Beatrice definitely did not want to tell them she had to use the bathroom now, this minute, so she did the only thing polite. “Gabinetto.,” she insisted imploringly, looking up at Lindir with dread shining in her eyes, her mouth turned down. And when that word was uttered, Lindir stopped all discourse, looked seriously down at Beatrice. At that look, that word, he did not hesitate further. At the speed of light Lindir sobered up quite quickly, “We’ll be right back.,” he told his friend with all level-headedness, and steered Beatrice down the right halls, corridors and back ways to reach their borrowed rooms of their duration. Usunaar gave a confused, restrained look, but made no attempt at stopping the duo. Nodding, Usunaar shakily waddled off to find more wine.
As her stomach crunched and cramped, and as Beatrice vacillated from toilet, to slinking to the floor, Lindir remained outside the water closet doors. “You alright in there?,” he gingerly asked. “Go away.,” she moaned, holding her stomach, as she curled herself up. He took two steps forward toward the door, started to knock, decided to take two paces backward. He hesitated, “Can I get you anything?” “Nnnmm.,” came the answer. After a moment’s time more, when no more noise was forthcoming, Lindir, placing his hand on the knob, “Bea?,” he asked, and partially opened the door. She lay curled protectively on the floor. “Go to the party.,” Beatrice insisted. “You can't do anything for me. Just go. I’m fine. I’m dying. Just go.,” and she slowly pulled, tugged at little pins in her hair, letting her hair drop and drag to the floor. And as the pins pinged against the flooring. Lindir picked each one up. “I am sorry.,” he admitted. “I should have warned you.”
Standing there, unsure of how to assist Beatrice, Lindir had come out of his drunken stupor awhile ago and wasn’t sure he wanted to reenter it. But, “Go.,” Beatrice insisted, kicking her toes against his boots, making her abdomen rattle. He caved. Sighed. “I will only be an hour more.,” and smiled with pity and concern. “No more butter for you.,” Lindir reproached her. “Mmmnnn.,” came the lament and retort. He sweetly placed a kiss on his hand, leaving it on her foot and proceeded down the corridors, a little guilt lingering in his mind.
After Beatrice had successfully divested herself of unwanted, wasteful bodily attention, dragging herself up enough to wash her face, undress, pull the remainder of pins from her hair, she slowly crawled her way into their bed and collapsed. It had been more than an hour Beatrice had figured, and Lindir still hadn’t arrived, however her drowsiness enveloped her. The evening absorbed her into a multitude of fanciful dreams and mindless adventures.
When the next few hours arrived and passed and no Lindir, Beatrice again awoke and wondered. She rolled over, her eyes resumed their hibernation. When the moon reached high above the world, and Beatrice once more woke to find a cold and empty place next to her, she again wondered, still she heard heavy noises of a rowdy party below. Beatrice discounted his absence. She heard his laughter far below and payed no mind to the time. The mattress was too kind to her worn out body. Beatrice starfished out on her stomach, her eyes and mind resummed their snoozing and dozing.
Dreams of lush appetizers, heavy syrups, and rich dishes filtered past her mind’s sleepiness. Creams, sauces, jellies, roasts filled her dreaming senses till Beatrice could dream no longer. Having her fill of tasty, buttery rich dreams and loud, brassy noises from below, Beatrice woke to a tumble of noise and calamity as her door was rudely, callously bashed upon and opened, allowing Lindir and Usunaar, both drunk as skunks to fall in. Neither could stand, neither could get an intelligible word out and both tripped and traipsed about the chamber looking to find a place to lay down. “I will sleep on the bed.,” Usunaar said, beginning to lumber toward it. “Oh, no you will not.,” Lindir tossed back at him. “Go on that red thing over there. It looks comfy.,” Lindir shoved Usunaar off in another direction, as Usunaar tripped over his own feet, bumped into the settee, and crawled upon it. “It’s fuzzy.,” Usunaar complained. Lindir squinted his eyes. “I do not care. Whatever it is, you can lay it.,” and Lindir turned, bumped into the night stand, “Crap.,” he muttered, “Who put this thing here?,” and caused an irritating sound from across the room.
Sitting up, wrapping the bed covers over her, curling down her mouth, squinting into the dark, Beatrice held up her hands, pointed objectionably to the other side of the room. “Noo.,” she said. “Nooo. Not in here you don’t. Go away, you nincompoop. You’re drunk and you’ll hog all the bed. Go away.,” And she sat there in that bed looking on at them falling over each other in hilarity. Usunaar still trying to search for a nesting spot, and Lindir untangling himself from furniture. Usunaar finally settled upon the burgundy lined settee, laying on his back, tossing his legs to either side of the furniture. Lindir still insisted on trying to crawl on the bed, however, slipped, pulled himself up again, little burst of giggles and laughter erupting from his mouth. “Oopsy.,” he let slip, as a leg was draped over the bed and fell. “Na Uh.,” Beatrice said, and she pushed both leg and his arms off, causing him to slide further down. “Oh. Oops again.,” Lindir concluded. “My mistake.,” and he smiled, laughed. “You are a naughty kitchen filly.,” and he tried wagging a finger at her. Beatrice just looked at him as if he was an inane nut.
A half snore, half snort came from the settee. Lindir pulled a pillow off the bed, threw it in Usunaar’s general direction, hitting the wardrobe instead. “You are snoring! You will wake the Mrs.,” Lindir declared, enforced. “Missed me.,” Usunaar claimed, waking with a start, closing his eyes once more. “Missed me, missed me, now you have to kiss me.,” sang Lindir, as he grabbed for another pillow. Beatrice grabbed, pulled at it quicker. “Give me that, you lame brain.,” and Lindir slid down to the floor with a bump, “Oh No. Oops. The floor bumped me.,” and pulled and tugged at his boots, falling on his back as he placed them under his head, closed his eyes and promplty fell asleep. Beatrice looked at the two elves as if they were, well, she just continued to look at them. Shaking her head, shrugging, Beatrice rolled over, covered herself and resumed her own nightly crash. What did he call me?, Beatrice wondered, as her eyes closed.

When next Beatrice woke, the lazy, morning sun was sneaking through the curtains, which were being tossed in and sucked out by the breeze. She stretched, yawned, curled and rolled herself back into a cozy ball, nestling down into the covers again. Hearing sounds of a light snore, a deep rumble of sighs from the floor below, Beatrice remembered last night’s giggling escapades. She smiled to herself. Ninnies. Feeling so much better that morning, Beatrice spent the next half hour washing, dressing, combing and pinning her hair up. Stepping over Lindir, Beatrice grabbed a tossed blanket from the bed, covered him up and heard a mumbled, “Mmm Hmm. You can spank me if you wish to.,” in a very polite whisper. And Beatrice, half smiling, wondered. After quietly dressing, she reblanketed the two comatose elves. And that’s when Beatrice stopped. Panic encrusted itself. It just then struck her. Her eyes widened. Lindir was supposed to be assisting Elrond and Celeborn this morning! Crap! Holy Crap!. Beatrice thought. That was, how much time ago this morning?
Beatrice, knowing she would never be able to wake Lindir, let alone get him to their morning study in any respectable amount of time. Or dress. Lindir was already a half hour late. As Beatrice stood there in the middle of the room, watching Lindir and Usunaar breathing and rattling away, she had to do something. She decided, to go herself, in Lindir’s place. Quietly, quickly Beatrice left the room in a slight disarray, her hair half dried, but pinned. She gathered her skirts, running down the corridors as fast as possible, avoiding glances from early risers, and came to a breathless, panting halt in front of the grand doors of Celeborn’s chamber. The guards looked at her, having been informed Lindir would be arriving, should have arrived quite some time ago. “I am Lindir today.,” she explained. “At this moment. I’ll be myself later.,” Thinking Beatrice a loon, they let her proceed in. The door was knocked upon and opened to Celeborn’s and Elrond’s surprise.
“Good morning.,” Beatrice introduced herself. “Lindir is..,” she took a breath, “Lindir is..indisposed for the moment.” And Beatrice smiled a sweet, morning smile. “I’m here to help instead.” And remembering, she gave a quick, small, tight curtsy. Sighing loudly, Elrond tried to keep his annoyance at bay, having had an inkling of what Lindir had been partaking in too much of last night. Beatrice could see it may be a long, difficult task that morning. She kept her eyes focused on Elrond as he fidgeted, tightened his mouth into a displeased and miffed, tight line. Celeborn only tiled his head, looked upon Elrond, folded his hands, closed his eyes for a moment. And considered.
Settling on the premise that Lindir would not be joining them for the moment or anytime soon, Celeborn considering Beatrice, finally stood. Beatrice riveted her eyes on him. A tall, elegant, well informed, handsome and aristocratic elf loomed over her. At last he made a decision. Softening his features, Celeborn ignored Elrond’s upset. “Since we have the pleasure of your company this morning Beatrice,” he said, “Let us begin .. with the coffee.,” and his arm swept the length of the room, motioning Beatrice’s eyes toward the already waiting pot, steaming away in need of being poured. Beatrice smiled, “I’ll pour.,” she replied, and made her way to the coffee tray, relieved and satisfied for the acceptance and approval.
As she offered Elrond a late cup of morning coffee, placing the china cup carefully down in front of him, it was then he finally decided to submit to Lindir’s truancy and somewhat diminished his irritation and annoyance with the situation and his delinquent elf. “Thank you, Beatrice.,” Elrond relented, nodding, offering and gracing her a small, half smile. She smiled in return. “Your welcome.,” adding, with a tiny jest, “Perhaps we should do this more often?”
#Hobbit Fiction#Lindir Fiction#Lindir And Beatrice#Lindir Is Drunk#Lothlorian#Oops The Floor Bumped Me!#How Much Does An Elf Need To Drink To Be Drunk?
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Hamlet Mariofied Act 3 Scene 4
Bolded names refer to the Mario characters playing the roles. The character role names remain the same in the context of the play and its dialogue.
Peach = Gertrude
Kamek = Polonius
Mario = Hamlet
Donkey Kong = Ghost
Act III, Scene 4
The Queen’s closet.
Enter Peach and Kamek Tune of Mushroomy Kingdom.
Kamek. He will come straight. Look you lay home to him.
Tell him his pranks have been too broad to bear with,
And that your Grace hath screen'd and stood between
Much heat and him. I'll silence me even here.
Pray you be round with him.
Mario. [within] Mother, mother, mother!
Peach. I'll warrant you; fear me not. Withdraw; I hear him coming.
[Kamek hides behind the arras.]
Enter Mario. Play Castle Theme from Super Mario World 2: Yoshi’s Island.
Mario. Now, mother, what's the matter?
Peach. Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended.
Mario. Mother, you have my father much offended.
Peach. Come, come, you answer with an idle tongue.
Mario. Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue.
Peach. Why, how now, Hamlet?
Mario. What's the matter now?
Peach. Have you forgot me?
Mario. No, by the rood, not so!
You are the Queen, your husband's brother's wife,
And (would it were not so!) you are my mother.
Peach. Nay, then I'll set those to you that can speak.
Mario. Come, come, and sit you down. You shall not budge;
You go not till I set you up a glass
Where you may see the inmost part of you.
Peach. What wilt thou do? Thou wilt not murther me?
Help, help, ho!
Kamek. [behind] What, ho! help, help, help!
Mario. [draws] How now? a rat? Dead for a ducat, dead!
Makes a pass through the arras and kills Kamek.
Kamek. [behind] O, I am slain! Game over music from Super Mario World 2: Yoshi’s Island commences as Kamek dies.
Peach. O me, what hast thou done?
Mario. Nay, I know not. Is it the King?
Peach. O, what a rash and bloody deed is this!
Mario. A bloody deed- almost as bad, good mother,
As kill a king, and marry with his brother.
Peach. As kill a king?
Mario. Ay, lady, it was my word.
Lifts up the arras and sees Kamek. Cue Castle Music from New Super Mario Bros.
Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell!
I took thee for thy better. Take thy fortune.
Thou find'st to be too busy is some danger.
Leave wringing of your hands. Peace! sit you down
And let me wring your heart; for so I shall
If it be made of penetrable stuff;
If damned custom have not braz'd it so
That it is proof and bulwark against sense.
Peach. What have I done that thou dar'st wag thy tongue
In noise so rude against me?
Mario. Such an act
That blurs the grace and blush of modesty;
Calls virtue hypocrite; takes off the rose
From the fair forehead of an innocent love,
And sets a blister there; makes marriage vows
As false as dicers' oaths. O, such a deed
As from the body of contraction plucks
The very soul, and sweet religion makes
A rhapsody of words! Heaven's face doth glow;
Yea, this solidity and compound mass,
With tristful visage, as against the doom,
Is thought-sick at the act.
Peach. Ah me, what act,
That roars so loud and thunders in the index?
Mario. Look here upon th's picture, and on this,
The counterfeit presentment of two brothers.
See what a grace was seated on this brow;
Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself;
An eye like Mars, to threaten and command;
A station like the herald Mercury
New lighted on a heaven-kissing hill:
A combination and a form indeed
Where every god did seem to set his seal
To give the world assurance of a man.
This was your husband. Look you now what follows.
Here is your husband, like a mildew'd ear
Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes?
Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed,
And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes
You cannot call it love; for at your age
The heyday in the blood is tame, it's humble,
And waits upon the judgment; and what judgment
Would step from this to this? Sense sure you have,
Else could you not have motion; but sure that sense
Is apoplex'd; for madness would not err,
Nor sense to ecstacy was ne'er so thrall'd
But it reserv'd some quantity of choice
To serve in such a difference. What devil was't
That thus hath cozen'd you at hoodman-blind?
Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight,
Ears without hands or eyes, smelling sans all,
Or but a sickly part of one true sense
Could not so mope.
O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell,
If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones,
To flaming youth let virtue be as wax
And melt in her own fire. Proclaim no shame
When the compulsive ardour gives the charge,
Since frost itself as actively doth burn,
And reason panders will.
Peach. O Hamlet, speak no more!
Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul,
And there I see such black and grained spots
As will not leave their tinct.
Mario. Nay, but to live
In the rank sweat of an enseamed bed,
Stew'd in corruption, honeying and making love
Over the nasty sty!
Peach. O, speak to me no more!
These words like daggers enter in mine ears.
No more, sweet Hamlet!
Mario. A murtherer and a villain!
A slave that is not twentieth part the tithe
Of your precedent lord; a vice of kings;
A cutpurse of the empire and the rule,
That from a shelf the precious diadem stole
And put it in his pocket!
Peach. No more!
Enter Donkey Kong in his nightgown. Initiate Gangplank Galleon.
Mario. A king of shreds and patches!-
Save me and hover o'er me with your wings,
You heavenly guards! What would your gracious figure?
Peach. Alas, he's mad!
Mario. Do you not come your tardy son to chide,
That, laps'd in time and passion, lets go by
Th' important acting of your dread command?
O, say!
DK. Do not forget. This visitation
Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose.
But look, amazement on thy mother sits.
O, step between her and her fighting soul
Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works.
Speak to her, Hamlet.
Mario. How is it with you, lady?
Peach. Alas, how is't with you,
That you do bend your eye on vacancy,
And with th' encorporal air do hold discourse?
Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep;
And, as the sleeping soldiers in th' alarm,
Your bedded hairs, like life in excrements,
Start up and stand an end. O gentle son,
Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper
Sprinkle cool patience! Whereon do you look?
Mario. On him, on him! Look you how pale he glares!
His form and cause conjoin'd, preaching to stones,
Would make them capable.- Do not look upon me,
Lest with this piteous action you convert
My stern effects. Then what I have to do
Will want true colour- tears perchance for blood.
Peach. To whom do you speak this?
Mario. Do you see nothing there?
Peach. Nothing at all; yet all that is I see.
Mario. Nor did you nothing hear?
Peach. No, nothing but ourselves.
Mario. Why, look you there! Look how it steals away!
My father, in his habit as he liv'd!
Look where he goes even now out at the portal!
Exit Donkey Kong. Composition of the boss theme from Super Mario Bros 2.
Peach. This is the very coinage of your brain.
This bodiless creation ecstasy
Is very cunning in.
Mario. Ecstasy?
My pulse as yours doth temperately keep time
And makes as healthful music. It is not madness
That I have utt'red. Bring me to the test,
And I the matter will reword; which madness
Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace,
Lay not that flattering unction to your soul
That not your trespass but my madness speaks.
It will but skin and film the ulcerous place,
Whiles rank corruption, mining all within,
Infects unseen. Confess yourself to heaven;
Repent what's past; avoid what is to come;
And do not spread the compost on the weeds
To make them ranker. Forgive me this my virtue;
For in the fatness of these pursy times
Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg-
Yea, curb and woo for leave to do him good.
Peach. O Hamlet, thou hast cleft my heart in twain.
Mario. O, throw away the worser part of it,
And live the purer with the other half,
Good night- but go not to my uncle's bed.
Assume a virtue, if you have it not.
That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat
Of habits evil, is angel yet in this,
That to the use of actions fair and good
He likewise gives a frock or livery,
That aptly is put on. Refrain to-night,
And that shall lend a kind of easiness
To the next abstinence; the next more easy;
For use almost can change the stamp of nature,
And either (master) the devil, or throw him out
With wondrous potency. Once more, good night;
And when you are desirous to be blest,
I'll blessing beg of you.- For this same lord,
I do repent; but heaven hath pleas'd it so,
To punish me with this, and this with me,
That I must be their scourge and minister.
I will bestow him, and will answer well
The death I gave him. So again, good night.
I must be cruel, only to be kind;
Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.
One word more, good lady.
Peach. What shall I do?
Mario. Not this, by no means, that I bid you do:
Let the bloat King tempt you again to bed;
Pinch wanton on your cheek; call you his mouse;
And let him, for a pair of reechy kisses,
Or paddling in your neck with his damn'd fingers,
Make you to ravel all this matter out,
That I essentially am not in madness,
But mad in craft. 'Twere good you let him know;
For who that's but a queen, fair, sober, wise,
Would from a paddock, from a bat, a gib
Such dear concernings hide? Who would do so?
No, in despite of sense and secrecy,
Unpeg the basket on the house's top,
Let the birds fly, and like the famous ape,
To try conclusions, in the basket creep
And break your own neck down.
Peach. Be thou assur'd, if words be made of breath,
And breath of life, I have no life to breathe
What thou hast said to me.
Mario. I must to England; you know that?
Peach. Alack,
I had forgot! 'Tis so concluded on.
Mario. There's letters seal'd; and my two schoolfellows,
Whom I will trust as I will adders fang'd,
They bear the mandate; they must sweep my way
And marshal me to knavery. Let it work;
For 'tis the sport to have the enginer
Hoist with his own petar; and 't shall go hard
But I will delve one yard below their mines
And blow them at the moon. O, 'tis most sweet
When in one line two crafts directly meet.
This man shall set me packing.
I'll lug the guts into the neighbour room.-
Mother, good night.- Indeed, this counsellor
Is now most still, most secret, and most grave,
Who was in life a foolish peating knave.
Come, sir, to draw toward an end with you.
Good night, mother.
Exit Peach. Then exit Mario, tugging in
Kamek.
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In 2011, in Tucson, Gabrielle Giffords and a whole passel of others were shot; several died. The perpetrator was a liberal, “progressive” [ironic term] nutjob who had been dutifully listening to the idiotic rhetoric and conspiracy theories of his political partisanship. His political partisanship consisted of marginalized notions held by almost no one outside of his very small political sensibility.
Yesterday, as we all know by now, a similar thing happened in Alexandria. The perpetrator in this case was a liberal, “progressive” [ironic term] nutjob who had been dutifully listening to the idiotic rhetoric and conspiracy theories of his political partisanship. His political partisanship consisted of mainstream notions held by almost everyone of his very large political sensibility.
Predictably, idiot liberal “progressives” [ironic term] flooded the virtual halls of social media yesterday denying, first, that yesterday’s event was done by one of their own and, second, that even if it was it was just karma for the Giffords “matter” six years earlier which they were reconstructing into a right-wing revolution of sorts and, third, if republicans didn’t want to get shot then perhaps they shouldn’t be trying to kill sick people and destroy the planet and throw granny onto an ice floe.
…are democrats still making that granny on an ice floe claim? Who can remember?
At any rate, I pointed a number of them at my essay from six years ago in which I expounded on a number of the rationalizations and excuses made by liberal “progressives” [ironic term] then and now to justify being grade-A self-pitying jackasses. The essay still holds.
Here it is, with minor style edits:
Wagging a Civil a Tongue
© 2011 Ross Williams
Old news by this point. Six dead, 14 injured in Tucson. Among the dead is a federal judge; among the injured [and presumably permanently incapacitated] is a US Representative.
I know nothing about the federal judge, but chances are I would not have approved of his ability to match the law against the Constitution and decide which to give prominence. Most judges are a little too smugly enamored of their own “special” ability to bend words into pretzels to allow something as trivial as our nation’s Constitution to stand.
Just going with the odds, here, I’m afraid I’m going to have to quote a few famous people in response to the news of The Honorable’s death:
“I’ve never killed a man, but I’ve read many an obituary with a great deal of satisfaction.” – Clarence Darrow
“I didn’t attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it.” – Mark Twain
One fewer federal judge means one fewer person having the ability and authority to subvert the Constitution.
Yes, I know. I’m not being very sympathetic to the gentleman, or his family, in their week of tragedy. Well … I’m not trying to be. This may be unfair; this judge may have been the only one in the last 90 years to have actually read the Constitution and understand what it means. …but I doubt it. And besides:
“If you expect cheers when the crowd likes what you do, then you should expect them to boo when they don’t.” – Every Disgruntled Sports Fan, Ever
And, well, Mr Judge? Boooooooo. Ride the pines.
As anyone could have predicted, both sides are lining up to blame each other for causing the shooter to pull the trigger. It was the constant bath of insufferably strident, closed-minded political discourse he was subjected to on a daily basis, they say. And as some people could have predicted, the most common target of blame is the Tea Party, and the new conservative everyone loves to hate [since the old one retired]: Sarah Palin.
Palin had put out, for the 2010 election, a map of the US with bulls eyes on it where conservatives had the best chances of unseating a liberal. Or something. It’s hardly a new concept, and versions of the same thing have been created every few election cycles since I’ve been voting − by both sides − when the mood of the electorate has shifted dramatically and Key Seats were being targeted for electoral change.
Liberals and democrats claiming that Palin is somehow out of bounds for doing in 2010 what they did as recently as 2006 need to see a doctor about their memory problem. There was no shortage of graphics for eight long years showing Dubya in a scope, and the only reason I can think of that some liberal nitwit didn’t actually do what was implied by it is because “Darth Cheney” would have succeeded him. Say what you like about Junior Bush [or what you dislike, as the case may be]; it may well be accurate. But in the final analysis, Bush the Younger was a basically inoffensive executive, neither strongly competent, nor strongly not, and well within the century-long trend-line of federalizing new authorities. His main flaw is being an inarticulate dweeb.
With bad table manners.
There’s no reason to believe the US would now be uninvolved in the wars we’re in, nor have responded to, um, certain events with any less statist tactics in our domestic policy if Gore had been elected. Note how quickly we’ve exited Iraq and Afghanistan, closed Gitmo, rescinded the Patriot Act and shut down the Freedom is Slavery Department of Homeland Security under the democrat Congress we got in 2006 and the democrat White House we acquired in 2008 − both elected expressly to do those very things.
Our National Savior isn’t the first grasping elected official to subscribe to the sentiment “Never let a crisis go to waste.” George Washington put down the Whiskey Rebellion with federalized militia; it started there. Whoever was president on 9/11 was going to do essentially the same thing Bush did … to within decimal places. You’re lying to yourself if you won’t admit it.
So, no. Both the left and the right pointing fingers at each other over which side is more responsible for the take no prisoners political rhetoric is monumental hypocrisy. Clarence Page − who’s penned an anti-Palin polemic at least once a week since her name showed up south of Skagway − I’m looking at you, here, though I could as easily look at thousands of others. You calling for “civility” is a Mirror, Mirror moment.
Speaking of inheriting the wind … the only example of any candidate from either side in the 2010 mud-terms calling for death or violence is Paul Kanjorski, the democrat Congressman from PA [diselected in 2010] who had this to say about republican Rick Scott, the winner of the FL governor’s election: “Put him against the wall and shoot him.”
Nice. Paul must really be a conservative, Tea Party republican, then, right? No democrat would say such a thing.
And not that it matters any, but parsing which side owns the political sentiments of the shooter is also a waste of time. …though I’d have to suggest that for him to belong to the conservatives, being as he’s a 9/11 conspiracy theorist, is an extreme long shot. Just sayin’.
Those with cooler heads have taken a different approach: it wouldn’t have mattered if our nation’s political discourse was festooned with flowery fart gas, the guy is unhinged; anything could have been enough to set him off. Mark David Chapman believes Catcher in the Rye led him to kill John Lennon. Loughner read Alice in Wonderland and The Phantom Tollbooth. …and had it in for the AZ congressman for 4 years, outliving any familiarity he − or anyone else − had with Palin or the Tea Party.
Like Kaczynski, he regaled everyone with a litany of “evils” upon which the United States government is conspiring. Perpetrating 9/11 against itself is just the first. Not to imply anything about some of his lesser-known crackpottings, even if only because the government is involved in a helluva lotta things, but he − like every other conspiracy theorist − cites loads of circumstantial evidence as support for their favorite conspiracy. And, as always, it is the circumstantial support that, to many people with a flimsy grasp of reality, makes sense.
The US orchestrated 9/11 because it gave an excuse to invade a muslim country, to further erode civil liberties, et cetera.
Circumstantially … all very correct. We invaded Afghanistan, and we Patriot Acted ourselves out of still more semblance of a free country. To people who can’t tell cause from side effect, it’s reasonable to conclude a unifying motivation.
Bush invaded Iraq [variously] to “finish Daddy’s war”, to demonstrate machismo after the defensive invasion of Afghanistan, to steal Iraqi oil… Except for the oil-stealing thing, the circumstantial evidence is either there or can be plausibly inferred. A commodity price doesn’t increase if there is a free supply of it, thus “stealing oil” is a tinfoil hat insanity with nothing rational behind it. But for the rest, the only thing missing is a non-witless way of getting from Premise A to Conclusion B.
Other bits of circumstantial evidence cited by previous crackpots when doing their insanities:
certain shortcomings of industrial society and technology − Ted Kaczynski
excesses of industrial society’s government − Randy Weaver
impending Armageddon brought on by the sins of the world − David Koresh
paranoiac Waco siege − Timothy McVeigh
Et cetera.
In each case, the superficial evidence is largely accurate. Modern industrial society has flaws. You’re right, Ted; stick a gold star on your forehead.
Yes, Randy, there is excess of [and in] government. I’m with you on that.
Reverend Koresh − or “god” if you prefer − the world is indeed a sinful place. Has been ever since you gave Adam and Eve the capacity to choose Knowledge over Instinct. It would seem to be your fault; deal with it.
Right, Tim, another in a long, long line of governmental overreactions. Crack a history book; that’s what government does.
In all but one of those examples, the loony tune is dead − obituaries that I read with great pleasure, I might add.
Self-serving political commentators who, by and large, particularly those on the left, have been uncivil and strident in their snively rhetoric, are backtracking like mad, covering their trail of mopey partisanship by largely denying they ever participated, and are now writing treatises on “the lessons of Tucson,” with civility heading the list … as they plow all blame for their actions to the right.
Our National Savior, who called republicans and independents who lined up to vote against his party “the enemy”, is now claiming “We can do better”. No, dude; you can do better.
Lawmakers are calling for “toning down” the harangue we give each other on a daily basis. Some − democrats, as if it needs to be said − are actually claiming that we should, by law, be prevented from pointed political disagreement altogether, erasing one more clause from the already highly redacted First Amendment. Unfortunately, the ADA doesn’t require handrails on Slippery Slopes.
Others − more democrats, as if it still needs to be said − are all in a panic to invent more gun control laws, as if taking away yet another of our rights is going to reduce the circumstantial evidence of all the conspiracy theories that hinge on the government taking away our rights.
Loughner is a nutjob, just like the many, many who spun conspiracy theories during Bush, and the many who spun conspiracy theories during Clinton, and the et cetera during yadda, and the blah during everyone else. He’s just one of the few who did anything about it. That is the only thing not always allowed in a free society.
Spout if you’re a republican, spew if you’re a democrat, write angry incoherent manifestos if you’re batshit. Blame everyone else for your failed responsibilities if you’re in the media. All good.
Use fists, brickbats or bullets for punctuation? Not good.
The circumstances are there: the usurpations of power, the obliteration of rights, the elevation of a bureaucrat’s paranoias into policy. The government is doing all these things, and much much more. It is justified to distrust the government − indeed it’s naively delusional not to. But it’s psychotic to conclude conspiracy; it is criminal to do much more about it than vote against every bastard when given the opportunity, and to yell at them the rest of the time.
The lesson here is not civility or any similarly puerile, cotton candy sentiment, and it certainly isn’t to fan the flames of the whack-a-mole conspiracists by giving them one more excess to rail against. The lesson to be learned here is not for the citizen, nor even for the feckless, cowering media; it is for the asshats in our government − elected, appointed and career bureaucrat, all.
Dig it, bozos: if you don’t want the conspiratorial nitwits to step off into criminality, then don’t provide the circumstances that makes their conspiracy theory seem − to the pillocks they are − plausible. How many Americans have gone to their graves, and taken others with them, complaining about the erosion of their rights, the highhandedness of the IRS, the paranoias of one mob of bureaucrat or other?
Their ammunition, even before they dig out the Glock, is the erosion of rights, the highhandedness of the IRS, and bureaucratic paranoias writ large and imposed upon everyone. Do you actually need to be told this? They have a point, and often a good one, hiding in their bonkers.
If you weren’t scanning children for naked images and groping nuns at airports, we’d be able to tell who was insane when they claimed the government was porno-scanning kids and feeling up old ladies. As it is, we don’t know who to nod in agreement with and who to get the butterfly net for.
But we know who to yell at, and who to vote against. And why. Do your job, please; the one you were given by the Constitution, not the one you cut from whole cloth. Because when you don’t do your job but instead do a job on us the way you have been, we find it very hard to scrape up any sympathy when things like this happen.
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Enter Queen and Polonius.
Polo. He will come straight:
Look you lay home to him,
Tell him his pranks have been too broad to bear with,
And that your Grace hath screen’d, and stood between
Much heat and him. I’le silence me e’ne here:
Pray you be round with him.
Ham, within. Mother, mother, mother.
Queen. I’le warrant you, fear me not.
Withdraw, I hear him coming.
Enter Hamlet.
Ham. Now, Mother, what’s the matter?
Que. Hamlet, thou hast thy Father much offended.
Ham. Mother, you have my Father much offended.
Que. Come, come, you answer with an idle tongue.
Ham. Come, go, you question with an idle tongue.
Que. Why how now, Hamlet?
Ham. What’s the matter now?
Que. Have you forgot me?
Ham. No, by the Rood, not so:
You are the Queen, your Husbands Brothers Wife,
But would you were not so. You are my Mother.
Que. Nay, then I’ll set those to you that can speak.
Ham. Come, come, and sit you down, you shall not budge:
You go not till I set up a Glass.
Where you may see the inmost part of you?
Que. What wilt thou do? thou wilt not murther me?
Help, Help, ho.
Pol. What ho, help, help, help.
Ham. How now, a Rat? dead for a Ducate, dead.
Pol. Oh I am slain. [Kills Polonius.
Que. Oh me, what hast thou done?
Ham. Nay I know not, is it the King?
Que. Oh what a rash and bloody deed is this?
Ham. A bloody deed, almost as bad, good Mother,
As kill a King, and marry with his Brother.
Que. As kill’d a King?
Ham. I , Lady, ‘twas my word.
Thou wretched, rash, intruding Fool, farewel,
I took thee for thy Betters, take thy fortune,
Thou find’st to be too busie, is some danger.
Leave wringing of your hands, peace, sit you down,
And let me wring your heart, for so I shall
If it be made of penetrable stuff;
If damned Custom have not braz’d it so,
That it is proof and bulwark against Sense.
Qu. What have I done, that thou dar’st wag thy tongue,
In noise so rude against me?
Ham. Such an Act
That blurs the grace and blush of Modesty,
Calls Virtue Hypocrite, takes off the Rose
From the fair Fore-head of an innocent love,
And makes a blister there. Makes marriage vows
As false as Dicers Oaths. O such a Deed,
As from the body of contraction plucks
The very Soul, and sweet Religion makes
A rhapsody of words. Heavens face doth glow,
Yea this solidity and compound mass,
With tristful visage as against the doom,
Is thought-sick at the act.
Que. Aye me, what act, that roars so loud, and thunders in the Index.
Ham. Look here upon this Picture, and on this,
The counterfeit presentment of two Brothers:
See what a grace seated on his Brow,
Hyperions Curls, the front of Jove himself,
An Eye like Mars, to threaten or command
A Station like the Herald Mercury,
Now lighted on a Heaven kissing Hill:
A Combination, and a form indeed,
Where every god did seem to set his Seal,
To give the World assurance of a man.
This was your Husband. Look you now what follows.
Here is your Husband, like a Mildew’d Deer
Blasting his wholsome breath. Have you Eyes?
Could you on this fair Mountain leave to feed,
And batten on this Moore? Ha? have you Eyes?
You cannot call it Love: For at your Age,
They hey day in the blood is tame, it’s humble,
And waits upon the judgment: and what judgment
Would step from this to this? What devil was’t
That thus hath cozen’d you at Hoodman-blind?
O Shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious Hell,
If thou canst mutine in a Matrons bones,
To flaming youth, let Virtue be as Wax.
And melt in her own fire. Proclaim no shame,
When the compulsive Ardure gives the charge,
Since Frost it self, as actively doth burn,
As Reason panders Will.
Que. O Hamlet, speak no more.
Thou turnst mine Eyes into my very Soul,
And there I see such black and grained spots,
As will not leave their Tinct.
Ham. Nay, but to live
In the rank sweat of an enseamed Bed,
Stew'd in Corruption; honying and making love
Over the nasty Sty.
Que. Oh speak to me, no more,
These words like Daggers enter in mine Ears.
No more, sweet Hamlet.
Ham. A Murderer ,and a Villain:
A Slave, that is not twentieth part, the tythe
Of your precedent lord. A vice of Kings,
A cutpurse of the empire and the rule,
That from a shelf, the precious Diadem stole,
And put it in his pocket.
Que. No more.
Enter Ghost.
Ham. A King of shreds and patches.
Save me: and hover o’re me with your Wings
You Heavenly Guards. What would you gracious figure?
Que. Alas he’s mad.
Ham. Do you not come your tardy Son to chide,
That laps’d in Time and Passion, let’s go by
Th’ important acting of your dread command? Oh say.
Ghost. Do not forget: this Visitation
Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose.
But look Amazement on thy Mother sits;
O step between her, and her fighting Soul,
Conceit in weakest bodies, strongest works.
Speak to her, Hamlet.
Ham. How is it with you, Lady?
Que. Alas, how is’t with you?
That thus you bend your Eye on vacancy,
And with the Corporal air do hold discourse.
Forth at your Eyes, your spirits wildly peep,
And as the sleeping Souldiers in th’Alarm,
Your bedded hair, like life in Excrements,
Start up, and stand an end. O gentle Son,
Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper
Sprinkle cool patience. Whereon do you look?
Ham. On him, on him, look you how pale he glares,
His form and cause conjoin’d, preaching to stones,
Would make them capable. Do not look upon me,
Left with this pitious action you convert
My stern effects: then what have I to do,
Will want true colour; tears perchance for blood.
Que. To whom do you speak this?
Ham. Do you see nothing there?
Que. Nothing at all, yet all that is I see.
Ham. Nor did you nothing hear?
Que. No, nothing but our selves.
Ham. Why look you there: look how it steals away;
My Father in his habit, as he lived.
Look where he goes even now out at the Portal. [Exit.
Que. This is the very Coinage of your brain,
This bodiless Creation ecstasie is very cunning in.
Ham. Ecstasie?
My Pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time,
And makes as healthful Musick. It is not madness
That I have uttered; bring me to the Test
And I the matter will re-word: which madness
Would gamboll from. Mother, for love of Grace,
Lay not a flattering Unction to your Soul,
That not your trespass, but my madness speaks:
It will but skin and film the Ulcerous place,
Whilst rank Corruption running all within,
Infects unseen. Confess your self to Heaven,
Repent whats past, avoid what is to come,
And do not spread the Compost or the Weeds,
To make them rank. Forgive me this my Virtue,
For in the fatness of these pursy times,
Virtue it self, of Vice must pardon beg,
Yea curb, and wooe, for leave to do him good.
Que. Oh, Hamlet,
Thou hast cleft my heart in twain.
Ham. O throw away the worser part of it,
And live the purer with the other half.
Good night, but go not to mine Unkle’s Bed,
Assume a Virtue, if you have it not, refrain to night,
And that shall lend a kind of easiness
To the next abstinence. Once more good night,
And when you are desirous to be blest,
I’ll blessing beg of you. For this same Lord,
I do repent: but Heaven hath pleas’d it so.
To punish me with this, and this with me,
That I must be their Scourge and Minister.
I will bestow him, and will answer well
The death I gave him: so again, good night.
I must be cruel, only to be kind;
Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.
Que. What shall I do?
Ham. Not this by no means that I bid you do:
Let the blunt King tempt you again to Bed,
Pinch Wanton on your cheeck, call you his Mouse,
And let him for a pair of reechy kisses,
Or padling in your neck with his damn’d fingers,
Make you to ravel all this matter out,
That I essentially am not in madness,
But mad in craft. ‘Twere good you let him know,
For who thats but a Queen, fair, sober, wise,
Would from a Paddock, from a Bat, a Gibbe,
Such dear concernings hide? Who would do so?
No, in despight of Sense and Secrecy,
Unpeg the Basket on the Houses top:
Let the Birds fly, and like the famous Ape,
To try Conclusions, in the Basket creep,
And break your own neck down.
Que. Be thou assur’d if words be made of breath,
And breath of life: I have no life to breath
What thou hast said to me.
Ham. I must to England, you know that?
Que. Alack, I had forgot: ‘Tis so concluded on.
Ham. This man shall set me packing:
I’ll lug the Guts into the Neighbour room;
Mother, good night. Indeed this Counsellor
Is now most still, most secret, and most grave,
Who was in life a Foolish prating Knave.
Come, Sir, to draw toward an end with you.
Good night, Mother.
[Exit Hamlet tugging in Polonius
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