Electric Shakespeare

Confusing, amusing, genius!

I cannot scratch mine ear. Was he that said so. I would my tongue excuse all. What was he?
Forsooth, a blind harper's song!
Taffeta phrases, silken terms precise, three-piled hyperboles, spruce affectation, figures pedantical; these summer-flies have blown me full of maggot ostentation: I do it freely.

created by scott camac martin