To feed my humour, wish thyself no harm.
To feed my humour, wish thyself no harm.
Shakespeare scholars just sigh and consign the book to the great pantheon of revelations ... I am accustomed to fanatics who get a funny look in the eye when they come to speak to me how about the Earl of Oxford or Marlowe really wrote the plays. She spoke rationally, and it's an intelligently readable book, but it floats way above the facts, as I told her.
The humour rises; it is good; humour me the angels.
My brain I'll prove the female to my soul,
My soul the father; and these two beget
A generation of still-breeding thoughts,
And these same thoughts people this little world,
In humours like the people of this world,
For no thought is contented.
Come, woo me, woo me for now I am in a holiday humor, and like enough to consent
The King is a good king, but it must be as it may; he passes
some humours and careers.
He hath wronged me in some humours; I should
have borne the humour'd letter to her; but I have a sword,
and it shall bite upon my necessity.
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