Electric Shakespeare
Confusing, amusing, genius!
Where our fate, hid in the corn; and justice always
whirls in equal scale weighing delight and hurt you
not. Nay, that I can do strange things: I have, with
wholesome syrups, drugs and holy in his ear, make sacred
even his stubbornness, his cheques, his frowns, to show
the sunshine of your wit in the praise o' the feast.
created by scott camac martin