Shake Your Speare!

@cath 55 wrote:

@sugarnspice wrote:

I don’t like it either , I can barely get past the first two lines of any of it without my eyes glazing over .

ok lets try this dunt have a lot of time just now but here goes

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. (lets not find fault in the love or nitpick) Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark (love is not standard, its different for everyone)That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, (love should be real not change because you got older or different etc)But bears it out even to the edge of doom. (love conquers all?)If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

thing is its the way you read it , if u look beyond the words so to speak, i aint tryin to be clever or nowt , thing is what you like is what you like , me for instance i dunt like heavy metal music and no amount of anyone trying to get me to like it will shift me, different strokes for different folks and all that, shudnt be a big deal if yer dunt like it yer dunt like it , hardly the crime of the century so i wudnt fret bout it

thanx cath, i didnt really understand it but in modern language i can x

@pete wrote:

@wishfairy wrote:

@cath 55 wrote:

@sugarnspice wrote:

I don’t like it either , I can barely get past the first two lines of any of it without my eyes glazing over .

ok lets try this dunt have a lot of time just now but here goes

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. (lets not find fault in the love or nitpick) Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark (love is not standard, its different for everyone)That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, (love should be real not change because you got older or different etc)But bears it out even to the edge of doom. (love conquers all?)If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

thing is its the way you read it , if u look beyond the words so to speak, i aint tryin to be clever or nowt , thing is what you like is what you like , me for instance i dunt like heavy metal music and no amount of anyone trying to get me to like it will shift me, different strokes for different folks and all that, shudnt be a big deal if yer dunt like it yer dunt like it , hardly the crime of the century so i wudnt fret bout it

thanx cath, i didnt really understand it but in modern language i can x

still cack though eh :lol:

And you can away and shyte.. :twisted:

“It is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness.”
As You Like It. ACT IV Scene 1.

How bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man’s eyes!”
As You Like It. ACT V Scene 2.

Slaps Pete upside the head with a copy of Measure For Measure with a simultaneous whack to the nads with All’s Well That Ends Well. :twisted:

Thanks :shock: :lol: