I grant thou wert not married to my Muse
And therefore mayst without attaint o'erlook
The dedicated words which writers use
Of their fair subject, blessing every book
Thou art as fair in knowledge as in hue,
Finding thy worth a limit past my praise
And therefore art enforced to seek anew
Some fresher stamp of the time-bettering days
And do so, love; yet when they have devised
What strained touches rhetoric can lend,
Thou truly fair wert truly sympathized
In true plain words by thy true-telling friend;
My Lord of Cambridge here,
You know how apt our love was to accord
To furnish him with all appertinents
Belonging to his honour; and this man
Hath, for a few light crowns, lightly conspired #CambridgeAnalytica#TrumpRussiaCollusion#shakespeareOnPolitics https://t.co/34GEZUsUYJ
2 B or not 2 B? Wether tis nobler to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous misfortune(hint- always choose 2 B, it gets better, promise) https://t.co/a1fFEsshtW
What bloody man is that? He can report, as seemeth by his plight, of the revolt
The newest state #Macbeth#Duncan#brexit#RepScot https://t.co/sg8K90S9N8