http://www.wooden-o.com/ Being the abstract and brief Chronicle of Wm. Shakespeare, gent. en-us 2007-05-18T19:20:39+00:00 http://wooden-o.com.mn.sabren.com/archives/010362.html In the year before my birth, one Master William Baldwin publish'd Beware the Cat, which is now hail'd as the first novel in English. In this most merry tale (yet somewhat sharp in its satyr upon the faith of Rome),... Shakespeare 2007-05-18T19:20:39+00:00 http://wooden-o.com.mn.sabren.com/archives/010347.html A pox o' this comment spam! May these base cullions who do so infest my site ne'er thrive! Gentles, I profess would not ill-convenience you in any manner. Howsomever, my hand is somewhat forc'd, and I must in sadness henceforth... Shakespeare 2007-05-12T15:31:15+00:00 http://wooden-o.com.mn.sabren.com/archives/010346.html And so the deep-revolving, witty Blair shall spin no more. It were a great temptation to say "MacBrown hath murther'd spin", but his great speech in which he doth promise henceforth to clothe his coming reign in russet yeas and... Shakespeare 2007-05-12T13:59:07+00:00 http://wooden-o.com.mn.sabren.com/archives/010325.html On this, the day on which my mortall body enter'd this breathing world some four hundred twoscore and three years gone, I am return'd to fill this page of insubstantial light with words light and insubstantial likewise. Much hath passed... Shakespeare 2007-04-23T01:22:09+00:00 http://wooden-o.com.mn.sabren.com/archives/010265.html ...But lo, I am return'd after these many moons. Faith, I could be no longer stay'd from this my muse of fire, and from ye, gentles, my theme, players and onlie begetters. Also, I see that honest Geoffrey Chaucer hath... Shakespeare 2006-05-12T19:18:27+00:00 http://wooden-o.com.mn.sabren.com/archives/009552.html Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head. --As You Like It, II, i And yet those who took wounds or lost friends in London's sad slaughter... Shakespeare 2005-07-09T13:24:26+00:00 http://wooden-o.com.mn.sabren.com/archives/009549.html I hear news which grieves me: that my fair city of London, where I wrote and play'd, hath been sore wounded with base treachery. Even in her day of triumph, some rabble of base villains did think to undermine her... Shakespeare 2005-07-07T22:21:28+00:00 http://wooden-o.com.mn.sabren.com/archives/009523.html Thus far one Bryan Curtis, scribe of Slate: It's ironic, then, that part of the appeal of Shakespeare in the Park is its negligible demand on the brain. One need not know anything about Shakespeare going in, and, if my... Shakespeare 2005-06-30T16:37:53+00:00 http://wooden-o.com.mn.sabren.com/archives/009503.html Gentles, a joyful Midsummer to you all: fair befall ye this long day and this brief night. The inconstant Moon is at her full tomorrow eve, and like a scurvy politician, doth delight to seem greater than she is. If... Shakespeare 2005-06-21T22:44:59+00:00 http://wooden-o.com.mn.sabren.com/archives/009461.html Much hath come to mine ears this sevennight past of one Mark Felt, he that Deep Throat was call'd. For thirty years, even such time as a man might be born, study, take to drink and bawdy-houses, repent and turn... Shakespeare 2005-06-04T20:57:45+00:00 http://wooden-o.com.mn.sabren.com/archives/009456.html Why, I have not been absent from these pages but a little space and already the welkin ringeth with news, right good news, I tell thee. While I was man living, I would never have dared dream such honours as... Shakespeare 2005-06-02T12:57:06+00:00 http://wooden-o.com.mn.sabren.com/archives/009392.html Nay, gentles, I have but slumbered all this while! I could no more forsake your good company than the moon could leave to shine, though my inconstancy be greater than hers, for the which I most humbly crave your pardon.... Shakespeare 2005-05-01T22:23:16+00:00 http://wooden-o.com.mn.sabren.com/archives/009030.html Even as milord Tennyson said, though perchance his wish is no more like to come true this eve than in 1850, when 'twas writ. Now it may soothly be said that Jack Donne, when he had got his Dean's robe... Shakespeare 2004-12-31T23:35:31+00:00 http://wooden-o.com.mn.sabren.com/archives/008599.html Yonder scribe for the New Yorker is in excellent fooling. O, that the doings of politicians were so merry in truth! 'Twould ease the playmaker's labour, I warrant ye.... Shakespeare 2004-07-20T00:42:17+00:00 http://wooden-o.com.mn.sabren.com/archives/008592.html From t'other world to this little O, the earth: and, forsooth, to that same wooden O where the lives of men and women be shown forth in little: that is to say, mine own Globe, by Thames on Bankside. This... Shakespeare 2004-07-16T23:53:04+00:00