Monday, February 14, 2005
Okay, so today is Valentine's day. In honor of that I'd like to post some of the more romantic parts of a few appropriate quotes...
How Do I love thee?
Let me count the ways.
One 1000,
Two 1000,
Three, 1000...
Roger Rabbit
Pointy birds,
oh pointy pointy.
Anoint my head
anointy 'nointy...
"Pointy Birds"
Actually written by Steve Martin.
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red:
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some roses there is more delight
Than in the breath thaat from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear speak,-yet well I know
That Music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go,-
My mistress when she walks, she treads on the ground;
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
Sonnet 130
William Shakespeare
"There are lot of fine women in the world, but not all of them bring you lasagna at work. Most of them just cheat on you."
Silent Bob
See, I'm really a big softie at heart. It's just that my friend Ken says that I'm just to darn picky. "I'm not picky. As long as she's smart, pretty, and sweet, and gentle, and tender, and refined, and lovely, and carefree . . ." And one that likes my quirky movies and sense of humor. Later folks.
How Do I love thee?
Let me count the ways.
One 1000,
Two 1000,
Three, 1000...
Roger Rabbit
Pointy birds,
oh pointy pointy.
Anoint my head
anointy 'nointy...
"Pointy Birds"
Actually written by Steve Martin.
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red:
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some roses there is more delight
Than in the breath thaat from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear speak,-yet well I know
That Music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go,-
My mistress when she walks, she treads on the ground;
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
Sonnet 130
William Shakespeare
"There are lot of fine women in the world, but not all of them bring you lasagna at work. Most of them just cheat on you."
Silent Bob
See, I'm really a big softie at heart. It's just that my friend Ken says that I'm just to darn picky. "I'm not picky. As long as she's smart, pretty, and sweet, and gentle, and tender, and refined, and lovely, and carefree . . ." And one that likes my quirky movies and sense of humor. Later folks.
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