"I come to wive it wealthily in Padua;
If wealthily, then happily in Padua"

--From The Taming of the Shrew (I, ii, 75-76)

KATHERINA.
Mov'd! in good time: let him that mov'd you hither
Remove you hence. I knew you at the first,
You were a moveable.

PETRUCHIO.
Why, what's a moveable?

KATHERINA.
A joint-stool.

PETRUCHIO.
Thou hast hit it: come, sit on me.

KATHERINA.
Asses are made to bear, and so are you.

PETRUCHIO.
Women are made to bear, and so are you.

KATHERINA.
No such jade as bear you, if me you mean.

PETRUCHIO.
Alas! good Kate, I will not burden thee;
For, knowing thee to be but young and light,--

KATHERINA.
Too light for such a swain as you to catch;
And yet as heavy as my weight should be.

PETRUCHIO.
Should be! should buz!

KATHERINA. Well ta'en, and like a buzzard.

PETRUCHIO.
O, slow-wing'd turtle! shall a buzzard take thee?

KATHERINA.
Ay, for a turtle, as he takes a buzzard.

PETRUCHIO.
Come, come, you wasp; i' faith, you are too angry.

KATHERINA.
If I be waspish, best beware my sting.

PETRUCHIO.
My remedy is, then, to pluck it out.

KATHERINA.
Ay, if the fool could find it where it lies.

PETRUCHIO.
Who knows not where a wasp does wear his sting?
In his tail.

KATHERINA.
In his tongue.

PETRUCHIO. Whose tongue?

KATHERINA.
Yours, if you talk of tales; and so farewell.

PETRUCHIO.
What! with my tongue in your tail? Nay, come again,
Good Kate; I am a gentleman.

KATHERINA.
That I'll try.

[Striking him.]

PETRUCHIO.
I swear I'll cuff you if you strike again.

KATHERINA.
So may you lose your arms:
If you strike me, you are no gentleman;
And if no gentleman, why then no arms.

God bless thee; and put meekness in thy mind, love, charity, obedience,
and true duty!

Frankfk...Please have a Polish interpreter translate what you are trying
to say. You have taken the English language to the edge and pushed it
off into oblivion this time!!

{{{{{{{{{{{{{{ LAKEMAN }}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}

How poor are they who have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by
degrees.


now, THAT'S pushed the English language over the edge

If all the year were playing holidays,
To sport would be as tedious as to work.

I wish you well and so I take my leave,
I Pray you know me when we meet again.

such sweet sorrow

I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.

Excuse me, this thread is not for you Lakeman, lol

Be great in act, as you have been in thought.

{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{[ Frank }}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}

Thank you for starting this thread..................a varitable feast.

I must be cruel only to be kind;
Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.

Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and
venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head.

I hate ingratitude more in a man
than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
or any taint of vice whose strong corruption
inhabits our frail blood.

bonny, good for those who keep insight, lol

I pray you bear me henceforth from the noise and rumour of the field,
where I may think the remnant of my thoughts in peace, and part of this
body and my soul with contemplation and devout desires.


{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{ FRANK }}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}

Far too oft doth man repel thine natural instincts

so well said and so true bonny

A good jest forever.
(bless'ed are the peacekeepers)

Ill deeds are doubled with an evil word.

Beechfarmer, Tks as well to your deep insight too, this jest is
un-ending, the more you dig, the more you found.