Thursday, January 01, 2009

Spellchecker

When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee—and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love rememb'red such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

Or the obligatory You tube:



Guttered as the guterredest of guttersnipes, but still breathing.

Happy New Year.

8 comments:

KAZ said...

Thanks Garfer
Same to YOU and WHO.

FirstNations said...

Aw, thats nice! It's too cold to go bootless though; at least here. *knits garfy wooly socks*

happy new one!

Anonymous said...

Freezing here too. I have a headache.

Happy New Year.

The Mistress said...

It's snowing! It's snowing!

MommyHeadache said...

happy new year you miserable old cunt!
xx

FirstNations said...

HAVE YOU FUCKED OFF AGAIN?

sheesh.

The Mistress said...

Speaking of "still breathing" I know you're there...I can hear you breathing.

Well, wheezing, more like.

The Poet Laura-eate said...

Most poignant.