Electric Shakespeare

Confusing, amusing, genius!

After my flight. Now were I king, I fear, was took. The sum of all, how we lose the better part burnt out. A heavy reckoning to make, to rest without a sudden vigour doth posset and curd, like eager droppings into milk, the thin and naked, to the devil: consider, he's an enemy to me most to my kind lord!

created by scott camac martin