You have prevail’d.

..whether tis nobler in the hive to suffer the stings and and arrows of outrageous fortune...

Buzz, buzz!

@kattsdogma.bsky.social · yesterday

“to __ or not to __ “ - william shakespeare, 🐝 keeper

I do love nothing in the world so well as you-is not that strange?

O, wither’d is the garland of the war, The soldier’s pole is fall’n!

Moby Dick@mobydickatsea.bsky.social · 2d ago

it was Moby Dick that dismasted me

Yet she must die, else she’ll betray more men.

What, have you got the picture of old Adam new apparell’d?

in time the rod Becomes more mock’d than fear’d

FIRST LORD In the meantime, what hear you of these wars? SECOND LORD I hear there is an overture of peace. FIRST LORD Nay, I assure you a peace concluded.

All’s done, all’s won, here breathless lies the King.

First, her bedchamber (Where I confess I slept not, but profess Had that was well worth watching)

Well, thus we play the fools with the time, and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds and mock us.

You smile and mock me, as if I meant naughtily.

You will not own it.

Am I so round with you, as you with me, That like a football you do spurn me thus?

I cannot tell if to depart in silence, Or bitterly to speak in your reproof, Best fitteth my degree or your condition.

Are you crept hither to see the wrestling?

Your roof were not sufficient to contain’t.

Be just, and fear not; Let all the ends thou aim’st at be thy country’s, Thy God’s, and truth’s; then if thou fall’st, O Cromwell, Thou fall’st a blessed martyr!

"After life's fitful fever he sleeps well. Treason has done his worst. Nor steel nor poison, malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing can touch him further." h/t @shakespeare.lol

Let not your sorrow die, though I am dead.

What man of good temper would endure this tempest of exclamation?

I come to fetch you to the Senate-house.

Then you perceive the body of our kingdom How foul it is, what rank diseases grow, And with what danger, near the heart of it.

and wilt thou, pupil-like, Take the correction

Is he dead already?

Here’s a knocking indeed! If a man were porter of Hell Gate, he should have old turning the key.

What say you, James

Mad call I it, for to define true madness, What is’t but to be nothing else but mad? But let that go.

Moby Dick@mobydickatsea.bsky.social · 2w ago

I’m demoniac, I am madness maddened!

They have been at a great feast of languages, and stol’n the scraps.

Moby Dick@mobydickatsea.bsky.social · 2w ago

what all this gibberish of yours is about, I don’t know, and I don’t much care