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Amwelladmin (talk | contribs) Created page with "{{script|Herculio}}: Ay, drafted, is ’t; <br> But to my mind, though my inner eagle is attuned<br> And to the manner born, this is a Condition <br> More honour’d in the breach than the observance.<br> This heavy-handed sheaf of windy guff <br> Doth impose a weighty tax upon our distant aspirations;<br> Thy clipping tickets with their malty turn of phrase <br> Soil our accord with oily additions. Who wouldst draw <br> Not the heaving strokes of palpitating consensus <..." |
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{{ | {{dia|Herculio|Ay, drafted, is ’t; <br> | ||
But to my mind, though | But to my mind, though eagle-tuned<br> | ||
And to the manner born, this is | And to the manner born, this Condition is <br> | ||
More honour’d in the breach than the | More honour’d in the breach than the performance.<br> | ||
This heavy-handed sheaf of windy guff <br> | This heavy-handed sheaf of windy guff <br> | ||
Doth impose a weighty tax upon our distant aspirations;<br> | Doth impose a weighty tax upon our distant aspirations;<br> | ||
These ticket-clippers with their malty turns of phrase <br> | |||
Soil our accord with oily additions. Who wouldst draw <br> | Soil our accord with oily additions. Who wouldst draw <br> | ||
Not the heaving strokes of palpitating consensus <br> | Not the heaving strokes of palpitating consensus <br> | ||
But | But this wicker frame of ghoulish aspect <br> | ||
Post-dated with the odds of | Post-dated with the odds of shouty misadventure?}} | ||
Latest revision as of 07:36, 11 September 2024
Herculio: Ay, drafted, is ’t;
But to my mind, though eagle-tuned
And to the manner born, this Condition is
More honour’d in the breach than the performance.
This heavy-handed sheaf of windy guff
Doth impose a weighty tax upon our distant aspirations;
These ticket-clippers with their malty turns of phrase
Soil our accord with oily additions. Who wouldst draw
Not the heaving strokes of palpitating consensus
But this wicker frame of ghoulish aspect
Post-dated with the odds of shouty misadventure?