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William Hooper
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From: Mobile, AL USA
Registered: Jun 99
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posted 05-12-2004 02:07 AM
THAT's cheery!
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
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Don't save your kisses - just pass 'em around You'll find my reason - is logically sound Who's gonna know that you passed them around A hundred years from today Why crave a penthouse - that's fit for a queen You're nearer heaven - on mother Earth's green If you had millions - what would they all mean One hundred years from today? So laugh and sing - make love the thing Be happy while you may There's always one - beneath the sun Who's bound to make you feel that way The moon is shining - and that's a good sign Cling to me closer - say you'll be mine Remember baby we won't see it shine One hundred years from today A hundred years from today!
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William Hooper
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posted 05-12-2004 06:44 AM
It's more about slutting than whoring, I think.
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I pardon that man's life. What was thy cause? Adultery? Thou shalt not die. Die for adultery? No. The wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly Does lecher in my sight. Let copulation thrive; for Gloucester's bastard son Was kinder to his father than my daughters Got 'tween the lawful sheets. To't, luxury, pell-mell! for I lack soldiers. Behold yond simp'ring dame, Whose face between her forks presageth snow, That minces virtue, and does shake the head To hear of pleasure's name. The fitchew nor the soiled horse goes to't With a more riotous appetite.
King Lear, Act IV, Scene 6
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