The bastards in my school administration hath cut the Shakesphere Seminar Honors course for lack of budget.
See what a rent they cleave in the minds of the youth? That by plucking the steel of knowledge from our sheath and casting it aside leave us to another's passado?
By my heel tis our own evil twin. But as a dog maybe content with his own ass; the queen of cats has her own nine lives.
Draw if thou hast any wit or else return to thine hairballs.
Consort? Dost thou make me a minstrel? Then mine own wit be my fiddlstick that shall make you dance!
That, I wish is but to take one of thine nine lives Lady Princox!
There's nowt to stop you doing it in your own time if that's the kind of shit you like to read.
Give me a quality tome like 'Mayfair' or 'Razzle' any day of the week.