Electric Shakespeare
Confusing, amusing, genius!
We'll have no Cupid hoodwink'd with a kind of smile,
which ne'er I did not this cruel-hearted cur shed one
tear: he is now as low as to thy foot to seek my mother!
Why, she hath not writ to me; I defied 'em still: when suddenly a file with the leanness of his wished light, the purse too light, the fellow has a name!
Why, she hath not writ to me; I defied 'em still: when suddenly a file with the leanness of his wished light, the purse too light, the fellow has a name!
created by scott camac martin