How all occasions do inform against me!

[auld argonian]

Saturday is the 447th birthday of the man:

http://www.talklikeshakespeare.org/

...so talk the talk...

Best

AA

[McElmurry]

...so talk the talk...

AA

Sweet, so would I,
Yet I should kilt thee with much cherishing.
Good night, good night! Tartan is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow

[chrisupyonder]

To kilt or not to kilt?
That is the question

[Steve of Lansing]

To kilt or not to kilt?
That is the question

Foresooth! Thy question maketh no question 't all, to he that diggeth the kilt.



Happy Birthday, Mr. Bill!

[Chas]

Regards

Chas

[Pleater]

My days of tender youth were spent with a lady
who's family dwelt within a secluded vale,
still gathering both morn and eve within their stone built cot
when the hallowed book was ope'd and read aloud for all to hear.

From mewling babe to ancient dame all heard those lines
contrived by learned men to guide the mind and turn the heart to all things mete.
So every common utterance did sweetly chime and show the rythm of that great work
just as some small brook far inland might flow and rest and flow again
in concord with the mighty ocean's tides.

With her was my speach formed, and rooted like some oak
to guard it 'genst the storm of modern utterance
and with it came that ebb and flow of natural things
which so disposed me to attempt the kilt and so recreate with every step
that dancing wave which so delights the eye, glinting and gleaming upon the sea

So was the cadence of those spoken words fit for the time of Good Queen Bess
carried down the years like some graven plate or jewelled cup,
not shown to every caller at the door but kept secure within the bosom of the folk
and set out for honoured friend and guest.

Anne the Pleater :ootd:

[McElmurry]

Now go we in content
To liberty, and not to bifurcatedment

[EagleJCS]

Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

[McElmurry]

It is a pair of trousers
Worn by an idiot, full of seams and pockets,
Signifying nothing.

[Irish Jack O'Brian]

This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that dons his kilt with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That kilted with us upon Saint Crispin's day.