Sublime

"The duke is in love to madness, or rather to folly,"

Go on; I'll follow thee.

What king so strong Can tie the gall up in the slanderous tongue?

T. S. Eliot’s influential essays “Seneca in Elizabethan Translation” and “Shakespeare and the Stoicism of Seneca” (both 1927) helped perpetuate a deeply hostile attitude toward, specifically, Seneca’s tragedies while claiming to buck the trend. Eliot notes the “censure” heaped on these works and comments that it is well deserved. These plays are,

Help me, Will. Pale Fire. Paraphrased, this evidently means: Let me look in Shakespeare for something I might use for a title. And the find is “pale fire.” But in which of the Bard’s works did our poet cull it? My readers must make their own research. All I have with me is a tiny vest pocket edition of Timon of Athens—in Zemblan! It certainly

Deem me still a murderer, and drag me to untimely death. I make not an effort to dispel your illusion: I utter not a word to cure you of your sanguinary folly:

wayward

Charlie Milford is the biggest goddamn flirt on the planet. He is made up of equal parts charm, charisma, and misplaced confidence.

We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.