Suitably threatening, and I think it would fit a number of different fae folk as well.
Macbeth: To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. (Macbeth Act V, scene 5)
Rose of the Fair
A reference to Toby, because of all the rose roads that the Luidag (sp) could smell on her.
Ophelia: O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword, Th' expectation and rose of the fair state, The glass of fashion and the mould of form, Th' observ'd of all observers, quite, quite down! (Hamlet, Act III, scene 1)
Gnarled Oak
Oh, come on! Who could pass this one up?
Isabella: Merciful heaven, Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt Splits the unwedgeable and gnarled oak Than the soft myrtle; but man, proud man, Dressed in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assured His glassy essence--like an angry ape Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven As makes the angels weep; who, with our spleens, Would all themselves laugh mortal. (Measure For Measure Act II, scene 2)
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Date: 2010-06-23 06:56 pm (UTC)Suitably threatening, and I think it would fit a number of different fae folk as well.
Macbeth:
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
(Macbeth Act V, scene 5)
Rose of the Fair
A reference to Toby, because of all the rose roads that the Luidag (sp) could smell on her.
Ophelia:
O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown!
The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword,
Th' expectation and rose of the fair state,
The glass of fashion and the mould of form,
Th' observ'd of all observers, quite, quite down!
(Hamlet, Act III, scene 1)
Gnarled Oak
Oh, come on! Who could pass this one up?
Isabella:
Merciful heaven,
Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt
Splits the unwedgeable and gnarled oak
Than the soft myrtle; but man, proud man,
Dressed in a little brief authority,
Most ignorant of what he's most assured
His glassy essence--like an angry ape
Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven
As makes the angels weep; who, with our spleens,
Would all themselves laugh mortal.
(Measure For Measure Act II, scene 2)