The Thread of his Verbosity
Oh what a piece of work is man,
To stand upon the world’s-a-stage
And draw-out lines that lose their scan,
As ev’ry sentence takes an age.
Lend me your ears, I come to bury haste
Within the hollow crown –
For highbrow should be deathly-paced –
You fiery-footed steeds, slow down !
To be or not to be ? Then not to be,
There’ll be no be tonight !
For ev’ry dry soliloquy
Shall take forever to recite.
What light from yonder window breaks ?
The Sun is up before I’m done.
I speak these word for all your sakes –
To drill them in, and damn your fun !
Is this a dagger I see before me,
Slashing pages from my text ?
But hold !, for still the crowds adore me
Droning-on one hour to next.
Out, out brief candle ? Nay !
I still must ponder in my sorrow.
How long shall I have my say ?
Until tomorrow and tomorrow…
Rhyming Couplets 