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fellatio fellatio where for art thou fellatio?
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my naked weapon is out; quarrel, i will back thee | |
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what is it else? a madness most discreet, a choking gall, and a preserving sweet | |
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Alas, poor Yorick. I knew him Fellatio, a fellow of infinite jest.
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so fellatio would, were he not fellatio call'd, retain the dear perfection that he owes, without the title:-fellatio, doff thy name: and for that name, which is no part of thee, take all myself | |
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would'st thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love? | |
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When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down... | |
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o then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; | |
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Howl, howl, howl, howl! O, you are men of stones! | |
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I pray his absence
Proceed by swallowing that, for he believes It is a thing most precious. But for her, Where is she gone? | |
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alas, poor fellatio, he is already dead! stabbed with a white wench's black eye; shot through the ear with a love song; the very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow-boy's butt-shaft | |
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Caesar's better parts
Shall be crown'd in Brutus. | |
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The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones. | |
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Why then, you princes,
Do you with cheeks abash'd behold our works, And call them shames? | |
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thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes: what eye, but such an eye, would spy out such a quarrel? thy head is as full of quarrels, as an egg is full of meat;and yet thy head hath been beaten | |
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Hippolyta, I woo'd thee with my sword,
And won thy love, doing thee injuries. | |
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my lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand | |
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Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drench`d our steeples, drown`d the cocks! You sulphurous and thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Singe my white head! And thou all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o` the world! Crack nature`s moulds, all germens spill at once That make ingrateful man! | |
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what would willy shakespeare say . . . | |
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XxAxX said: what would willy shakespeare say . . .
haha he would say FUCKIN' A !!! hehe Hard to believe I've been on the org for over 25 years now! | |
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Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more... | |
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Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit To his full height! | |
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the measure done, i'll watch her place of stand, and, touching hers, make happy my rude hand | |
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bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud; else would i tear the cave where echo lies, and make the airy tongue more hoarse than mine with repetition of my fellatio's name | |
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let not the virgin's cheek
Make soft thy trenchant sword. | |
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down with the nose,
Down with it flat. | |
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O, a root,--dear thanks!-- | |
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Sir, my mistress sends you word
That she is busy and she cannot come. | |
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Titania's Awakening - Henry Fuseli
(from A Midsummer Night's Dream) | |
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Richard Dadd. The Closet Scene from "Hamlet."
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