Oscillate the pointy thing
Or, to simplify, Shakespeare.

I noticed that one of our number has a bastardised version of the opening lines of Twelfth Night in their sig.

What are peoples favourite Shakespearian works and lines?
(Eds Meds Mathskillz=1,Socialskillz=0, Tue 26 May 2009, 9:12, Reply)

I like the Tempest as a whole
can never really remember many lines though
( Festivipros you caught my nose in your left castanet, love, Tue 26 May 2009, 9:15, Reply)

Old Classic
"is this a dagger I see before me, the handle t'ward my hand? come, let me clutch thee, I have thee not and yet I see thee still"
(Eds Meds Mathskillz=1,Socialskillz=0, Tue 26 May 2009, 9:21, Reply)

The Tempest, also my favorite
but especially this part that Caliban speaks:

Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices
That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open and show riches
Ready to drop upon me that, when I waked,
I cried to dream again.
( cackers negative capability, Tue 26 May 2009, 16:36, Reply)

"You taught me language
and my profit on't is that I can curse thee"

Caliban, the Tempest.
( I_Was_Mordred, Tue 26 May 2009, 9:16, Reply)

"Screw your courage to the sticking place."
Lady M.
( clendrix spit-roasting on an open fire has a new BFF and he's HOT, Tue 26 May 2009, 9:40, Reply)

Julius Caesar
"This day I breathèd first: time is come round,
and where I did begin there shall I end;
my life is run his compass."
(DrTugnutcracker Robs and beats annoying lispers, Tue 26 May 2009, 10:07, Reply)

Love me love me, say that you love me, fool me fool me, go on and fool me
WHAT?
( Mary's sexbox explosion makes me The Jesus, Tue 26 May 2009, 10:36, Reply)

Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury.

That's currently what being at work feels like....
( Undercovercarrot realises the true evil of manflu, Tue 26 May 2009, 10:41, Reply)

honestly
I thought of that and referenced it yesterday. A great example of the world's finest language.
( cackers negative capability, Tue 26 May 2009, 16:45, Reply)

Hamlet
What a piece of work is a man!
How noble in reason, how infinite in faculties,
in form and moving how express and admirable,
in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god!
( The Light In Giftwrap won't play poker with the Skull Spark Joker, Tue 26 May 2009, 10:47, Reply)

One of his most famous:
"To be or not to be: that is the question; whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing, end them?"

Which is a nice anagram of:

"Is a befitting quote from one of Shakespeare's greatest tragedies. But why won't Hamlet's inspiring motto toss our stubborn hero's tortuous battle for life, on one hand, and death, on another?"
(Potty Jag har smör i min rumpspringa, Tue 26 May 2009, 10:52, Reply)

Where's the rest of your moose?
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(DrTugnutcracker Robs and beats annoying lispers, Tue 26 May 2009, 12:04, Reply)

The bit when Julius Ceasar said
"Fuck me, Brutus 'as only gone an' done me in wiv a fucking great knife. Worra cunt."

It was in an earlier working draft. Honest.
( Davros' Granddad booked a holiday, Tue 26 May 2009, 17:50, Reply)