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I gin to be aweary of the sun,
And wish the estate o' the world were now undone.
Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack!
At least we'll die with harness on our back.

http://www.enterstageright.com/archive/articles/0303/031703drphill.jpg

― Dirty Muriel (Autumn Almanac), Thursday, 19 August 2004 01:54 (twenty-one years ago)

The weight of this sad time we must obey;
Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.
The oldest hath borne most: we that are young
Shall never see so much, nor live so long.

http://www.utahcityguide.com/dnews/photos/c020404phil.jpg

― Dirty Muriel (Autumn Almanac), Thursday, 19 August 2004 01:59 (twenty-one years ago)

When I have seen by Time's fell hand defac'd
The rich proud cost of outworn buried age;
When sometime lofty towers I see down-raz'd,
And brass eternal slave to mortal rage;
When I have seen the hungry ocean gain
Advantage on the kingdom of the shore,
And the firm soil win of the watery main,
Increasing store with loss, and loss with store;
When I have seen such interchange of state,
Or state itself confounded to decay;
Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate
That Time will come and take my love away.
This thought is as a death which cannot choose
But weep to have that which it fears to lose.

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― Wooden (Wooden), Thursday, 19 August 2004 02:03 (twenty-one years ago)

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts

http://www.yamoslair.com/pics/philcard.jpg

― Slim Pickens (Slim Pickens), Thursday, 19 August 2004 02:06 (twenty-one years ago)

Kill'd her, for whom my tears have made me blind.
I am as woful as Virginius was,
And have a thousand times more cause than he
To do this outrage: and it now is done.

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― Dirty Muriel (Autumn Almanac), Thursday, 19 August 2004 02:06 (twenty-one years ago)

Bless thee, Bottom! Bless thee! Thou art translated.

― Michael Daddino (epicharmus), Thursday, 19 August 2004 02:14 (twenty-one years ago)

Ah, shit.

― Michael Daddino (epicharmus), Thursday, 19 August 2004 02:15 (twenty-one years ago)

Bless thee, Bottom! Bless thee! Thou art translated.

― Michael Daddino (epicharmus), Thursday, 19 August 2004 02:16 (twenty-one years ago)

Forget it.

― Michael Daddino (epicharmus), Thursday, 19 August 2004 02:16 (twenty-one years ago)

That he's mad, 'tis true, 'tis true 'tis pity,
and pity 'tis 'tis true.

http://www.rotten.com/library/bio/mad-science/dr-phil/introdp.gif

― Slim Pickens (Slim Pickens), Thursday, 19 August 2004 02:17 (twenty-one years ago)

http://images.usatoday.com/life/_photos/2003/08-08-phil-inside.jpg

If you cut me, do I not bleed?

― Alex in NYC (vassifer), Thursday, 19 August 2004 02:19 (twenty-one years ago)

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Why, what an ass am I! This is most brave,
That I, the son of a dear father murdered,
Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell,
Must like a whore unpack my heart with words
And fall a-cursing like a very drab,
A stallion! Fie upon't, foh! About, my brains.

― Trayce (trayce), Thursday, 19 August 2004 02:22 (twenty-one years ago)

What a piece of work is man!
How noble in reason! how infinite in faculties!
in form and moving, how express and admirable!
in action how like an angel! in apprehension, how like a god!
the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals!

http://www.rotten.com/library/bio/mad-science/dr-phil/phil_image.jpg

― Slim Pickens (Slim Pickens), Thursday, 19 August 2004 02:23 (twenty-one years ago)

http://www.unt.edu/northtexan/images/f03phil.jpg

...Or may we cram
Within this wooden O the very casques
That did affright the air at Agincourt?
O, pardon!

― WeatheringD, Thursday, 19 August 2004 02:37 (twenty-one years ago)

http://www.shipbrook.com/karen/blog/images/dr_phil.jpg

Yet here, Laertes! aboard, aboard, for shame!
The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail,
And you are stay'd for. There; my blessing with thee!
And these few precepts in thy memory
See thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue,
Nor any unproportioned thought his act.
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel;
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
Of each new-hatch'd, unfledged comrade..............

― Slim Pickens (Slim Pickens), Thursday, 19 August 2004 02:39 (twenty-one years ago)

ROFFLE.

I can't find a picture to match the "Go thou and fill another room in hell!" part from Richard II.

― Ian c=====8 (orion), Thursday, 19 August 2004 02:39 (twenty-one years ago)

http://www.suprmchaos.com/dr-phil_robin_051903.jpg

I grant him bloody,
Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful,
Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin
That has a name; but there’s no bottom, none,
In my voluptuousness: your wives, your daughters,
Your matrons, and your maids, could not fill up
The cistern of my lust; and my desire
All continent impediments would o’erbear
That did oppose my will; better Macbeth
Than such an one to reign.

― WeatheringD, Thursday, 19 August 2004 02:44 (twenty-one years ago)

I have't. It is engender'd. Hell and night
Must bring this monstrous birth to the world's light.

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― Slim Pickens (Slim Pickens), Thursday, 19 August 2004 03:09 (twenty-one years ago)

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― Slim Pickens (Slim Pickens), Thursday, 19 August 2004 03:13 (twenty-one years ago)

Even now, now, very now, an old black ram
Is topping your white ewe.

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― Dirty Muriel (Autumn Almanac), Thursday, 19 August 2004 03:37 (twenty-one years ago)

For when my outward action doth demonstrate
The native act and figure of my heart
In compliment extern, ’tis not long after
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve
For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.

http://www.warman.demon.co.uk/anna/pcollins.gif

― WeatheringD, Thursday, 19 August 2004 03:58 (twenty-one years ago)

three years pass...

According to his virtue let us use him,
With all respect and rites of burial.
Within my tent his bones tonight shall lie,
Most like a soldier, ordered honourably.
So call the field to rest, and let's away
To part the glories of this happy day.

http://www.product-reviews.net/wp-content/userimages/2008/01/dr-phill.jpg

― Autumn Almanac, Saturday, 12 January 2008 01:36 (eighteen years ago)

Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd,
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,
Raze out the written troubles of the brain,
And with some sweet oblivious antidote
Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff
Which weighs upon the heart?

http://www.popjournalism.ca/blog/images/scarymovie4_drphil.jpg

― nicky lo-fi, Saturday, 12 January 2008 08:59 (eighteen years ago)

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