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| When I read Shakespeare I am struck with wonder |
| that such trivial people should muse and thunder |
| in such lovely language. |
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| Lear, the old buffer, you wonder his daughters |
| 5 | didn't treat him rougher, |
| the old chough, the old chuffer! |
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| And Hamlet, how boring, how boring to live with, |
| so mean and self-conscious, blowing and snoring |
| his wonderful speeches, full of other folks' whoring! |
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| 10 | And Macbeth and his Lady, who should have been choring, |
| such suburban ambition, so messily goring |
| old Duncan with daggers! |
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| How boring, how small Shakespeare's people are! |
| Yet the language so lovely! like the dyes from gas-tar. |
