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I've been married to my first wife for 7 years. Haven't met my 2nd yet so we're still together!

 

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Congrats Danville, oh, and well done for 36 years too!

 

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Thanks again to all.

 

Once again, I'm impressed by just how many long-term relationships are represented here.

 

We went to a little Japanese Restaurant for dinner, then took in a movie, (we haven't been to a movie in about 5 years).

 

I bought her luggage, (for our trip to Costa Rica soon), and she bought me an "eye-pad mini"!

 

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Here's one I've used. Credit the Immoral Bard, though, and not me... And usually I've ended the quote after "her infinite variety."

 

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale

Her infinite variety; other women cloy

The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry

Where most she satisfies;

 

<grin>

 

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Milo, as always, appreciate your unique perspective....Although I'm a reader of the Bard, I've not read Anthony And Cleopatra.... maybe I need to get that done soon.

 

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Rob...

 

Or this? A bard of some later times...

 

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And ne'er did Grecian chisel trace

A Nymph, a Naiad, or a Grace,

Of finer form or lovelier face!

What though the sun, with ardent frown,

Had slightly tinged her cheek with brown,—

The sportive toil, which, short and light

Had dyed her glowing hue so bright,

Served too in hastier swell to show

Short glimpses of a breast of snow:

What though no rule of courtly grace

To measured mood had trained her pace,—

A foot more light, a step more true,

Ne'er from the heath-flower dashed the dew;

E'en the slight harebell raised its head,

Elastic from her airy tread:

What though upon her speech there hung

The accents of the mountain tongue,—-

Those silver sounds, so soft, so dear,

The listener held his breath to hear!

 

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Rob...

 

Or this? A bard of some later times...

 

m

 

And ne'er did Grecian chisel trace

A Nymph, a Naiad, or a Grace,

Of finer form or lovelier face!

What though the sun, with ardent frown,

Had slightly tinged her cheek with brown,—

The sportive toil, which, short and light

Had dyed her glowing hue so bright,

Served too in hastier swell to show

Short glimpses of a breast of snow:

What though no rule of courtly grace

To measured mood had trained her pace,—

A foot more light, a step more true,

Ne'er from the heath-flower dashed the dew;

E'en the slight harebell raised its head,

Elastic from her airy tread:

What though upon her speech there hung

The accents of the mountain tongue,—-

Those silver sounds, so soft, so dear,

The listener held his breath to hear!

 

m

 

 

ol' Walt was a Randy dude, eh?

 

I always enjoyed this from Othello where Iago rats out Desdemona to her father:

 

"I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs."

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Yup to that...

 

One of my favorite quotes is from a lesser-known one of Shakespeare that's a bit on the rank side in ways.

 

Three times in this truly odd play the question is asked, "What art thou." I think in ways that's the whole angle of why the play itself is not all that popular, nor was it except in a period after WWI.

 

Anyway,

 

THERSITES

The cuckold and the cuckold-maker are at it. Now,

bull! now, dog! 'Loo, Paris, 'loo! now my double-

henned sparrow! 'loo, Paris, 'loo! The bull has the

game: ware horns, ho!

Exeunt PARIS and MENELAUS

 

Enter MARGARELON

 

MARGARELON

Turn, slave, and fight.

THERSITES

What art thou?

MARGARELON

A bastard son of Priam's.

THERSITES

I am a bastard too; I love bastards: I am a bastard

begot, bastard instructed, bastard in mind, bastard

in valour, in every thing illegitimate. One bear will

not bite another, and wherefore should one bastard?

Take heed, the quarrel's most ominous to us: if the

son of a whore fight for a whore, he tempts judgment:

farewell, bastard.

Exit

 

MARGARELON

The devil take thee, coward!

Exit

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Yup to that...

 

One of my favorite quotes is from a lesser-known one of Shakespeare that's a bit on the rank side in ways.

 

Three times in this truly odd play the question is asked, "What art thou." I think in ways that's the whole angle of why the play itself is not all that popular, nor was it except in a period after WWI.

 

Anyway,

 

THERSITES

The cuckold and the cuckold-maker are at it. Now,

bull! now, dog! 'Loo, Paris, 'loo! now my double-

henned sparrow! 'loo, Paris, 'loo! The bull has the

game: ware horns, ho!

Exeunt PARIS and MENELAUS

 

Enter MARGARELON

 

MARGARELON

Turn, slave, and fight.

THERSITES

What art thou?

MARGARELON

A bastard son of Priam's.

THERSITES

I am a bastard too; I love bastards: I am a bastard

begot, bastard instructed, bastard in mind, bastard

in valour, in every thing illegitimate. One bear will

not bite another, and wherefore should one bastard?

Take heed, the quarrel's most ominous to us: if the

son of a whore fight for a whore, he tempts judgment:

farewell, bastard.

Exit

 

MARGARELON

The devil take thee, coward!

Exit

 

 

Nice one!

 

how about the lawyer, Shylock, (how little has changed!):

 

Thou call'dst me dog before thou hadst a cause;

But, since I am a dog, beware my fangs:

 

(not very 'randy' but one of my favorites!)

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