The very best of William Shakespeare

Sorry, it's not Shakespeare. But it's about KDB, that I'm sure of:

And, says Mrs. Mountstuart, while grand phrases were mouthing round about him: “You see he has a leg”.
That you saw, of course. But after she had spoken you saw much more.

(from The Egoist, by George Meredith).

As for Shakespeare, well, for José Mourinho, I always presumed the Bard was thinking of him when he penned this:

“I will do such things—What they are yet I know not, but they shall be the terrors of the earth!” (Lear, II.iv. 280-282)
 
Sonnet 18
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
 
He was one boring bugger although probably wasn't him what wrote it anyway.

I might be swayed by the fact we ONLY studied Bill in my education. No Dickens, no Brontes, just this git. Merchant of Venice (the best imo), Midsummer shite, Henry V and something else.

My O level was Henry V and WW1 poetry. F*cking miserable time that was.
 
Let me have men about me that are fat;
Sleek-headed men and such as sleep o' nights:
Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look;
He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.


Julius Caesar, Act 1 Scene ii.
 
Sorry, it's not Shakespeare. But it's about KDB, that I'm sure of:

And, says Mrs. Mountstuart, while grand phrases were mouthing round about him: “You see he has a leg”.
That you saw, of course. But after she had spoken you saw much more.

(from The Egoist, by George Meredith).

As for Shakespeare, well, for José Mourinho, I always presumed the Bard was thinking of him when he penned this:

I will do such things—What they are yet I know not, but they shall be the terrors of the earth!” (Lear, II.iv. 280-282)

This would have been an appropriate quote for Big Mal's venture into Europe!
 

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