I am lemming; see me gack...

[moonlettuce]

If you see this on your flist, quote some Shakespeare.

O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
Thou art the ruins of the noblest man
That ever lived in the tide of times.
Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!
Over thy wounds now do I prophesy,--
Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips,
To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue--
A curse shall light upon the limbs of men;
Domestic fury and fierce civil strife
Shall cumber all the parts of Italy;
Blood and destruction shall be so in use
And dreadful objects so familiar
That mothers shall but smile when they behold
Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war;
All pity choked with custom of fell deeds:
And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge,
With Ate by his side come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice
Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war;
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men, groaning for burial.

-Julius Caesar, Act III, Scene I

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[spacedmonkey.livejournal.com]

When in disgrace in 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, Features like him, like him with friends pocessed.
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 you 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 remembered, such wealth brings,
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

It's one of his sonnets but I don't know which. Written from memory (and I learnt it when I was 12, so it might be out a bit).

[moonlettuce.livejournal.com]

:-)