Allez flooder ailleurs !!!

I'll be with you straight go a little before.

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How all occasions do inform against me,
And spur my dull revenge! What is a man,
If his chief good and market of his time
Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more.
Sure, he that made us with such large discourse,
Looking before and after, gave us not
That capability and god-like reason
To fust in us unused. Now, whether it be
Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple
Of thinking too precisely on the event,
A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom
And ever three parts coward, I do not know
Why yet I live to say 'This thing's to do;'
Sith I have cause and will and strength and means
To do't. Examples gross as earth exhort me:
Witness this army of such mass and charge
Led by a delicate and tender prince,
Whose spirit with divine ambition puff'd
Makes mouths at the invisible event,
Exposing what is mortal and unsure
To all that fortune, death and danger dare,
Even for an egg-shell. Rightly to be great
Is not to stir without great argument,
But greatly to find quarrel in a straw
When honour's at the stake. How stand I then,
That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd,
Excitements of my reason and my blood,
And let all sleep? while, to my shame, I see
The imminent death of twenty thousand men,
That, for a fantasy and trick of fame,
Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot
Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause,
Which is not tomb enough and continent
To hide the slain? O, from this time forth,
My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!

Yeah

ça gère

In English please

It gers

...

because ?

lool alien bill

it manages well ?

Has this fellow no feeling of his business, that he
sings at grave-making?

no indeed, he is feelingless

(ça se dit ?)

I'm a poor loneson cow-boy...

'Tis e'en so: the hand of little employment hath
the daintier sense.

false teeth

That skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once:
how the knave jowls it to the ground, as if it were
Cain's jaw-bone, that did the first murder! It
might be the pate of a politician, which this ass
now o'er-reaches; one that would circumvent God,
might it not?

Citation :

which this ass
now o'er-reaches

Or of a courtier; which could say 'Good morrow,
sweet lord! How dost thou, good lord?' This might
be my lord such-a-one, that praised my lord
such-a-one's horse, when he meant to beg it; might it not?

give me a horse now ! xD

Oh Suzanna
I've come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee
I'm going to Louisiana my true love to see
it rain all night the day I left
The Weather it was dry
The sun so hard I froze to death
Suzanna don't you cry !

Oh Susaznna Oh don't you cry for me,
I'vz come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee !

Elle descend de la montagne à cheval,
Elle descend de la montagne à cheval,
Elle descend de la montagne,
Elle descend de la montagne,
Elle descend de la montagne à cheval,
Refrain:
Singing I, I, Yuppee youppee I,
Singing I, I, Yuppee youppee I,
Singing I, I, Yuppee, I, I, Yuppee
I, I, Yuppee Yuppee, I !
(2)
Elle embrasse son grand-père en descendant
(3)
J'voudrais bien êtr' son grand père en descendant
(4)
Mais j'aime mieux avoir vingt ans et toutes mes dents !

Very n'importe what ! xD

vraiment import not quoi !

Why, e'en so: and now my Lady Worm's; chapless, and
knocked about the mazzard with a sexton's spade:
here's fine revolution, an we had the trick to
see't. Did these bones cost no more the breeding,
but to play at loggats with 'em? mine ache to think on't.

your tailor is rich !

There's another: why may not that be the skull of a
lawyer? Where be his quiddities now, his quillets,
his cases, his tenures, and his tricks? why does he
suffer this rude knave now to knock him about the
sconce with a dirty shovel, and will not tell him of
his action of battery? Hum! This fellow might be
in's time a great buyer of land, with his statutes,
his recognizances, his fines, his double vouchers,
his recoveries: is this the fine of his fines, and
the recovery of his recoveries, to have his fine
pate full of fine dirt? will his vouchers vouch him
no more of his purchases, and double ones too, than
the length and breadth of a pair of indentures? The
very conveyances of his lands will hardly lie in
this box; and must the inheritor himself have no more, ha?