Template:Dsh a condition more honoured

Herculio: Ay, drafted, is ’t;
But to my mind, though my inner eagle is attuned
And to the manner born, this is a Condition
More honour’d in the breach than the observance.
This heavy-handed sheaf of windy guff
Doth impose a weighty tax upon our distant aspirations;
Thy clipping tickets with their malty turn of phrase
Soil our accord with oily additions. Who wouldst draw
Not the heaving strokes of palpitating consensus
But a wicker frame of ghoulish aspect
Post-dated with the odds of curly misadventure?