Menage à Trois Bingo

I saved some of the more memorable bits that originated from my magnetic poetry kit on the fridge. Which has not been up since I moved into my apt. About time I put them back. They were a small force for creativity...random juxtapositions of words resulting in interesting thought-sparks. I had the basic set, and the Shakespeare set. (Thee, thou, codpiece, bawdy, loathe, that sort of words.)

I call them poetry shards, because they're mostly just snippets, and the play on words amuses me. Here are all the shards I saved. Damn, I'd forgotten how good some of these really are! (It's amusing, too, that I'm writing this in MSWord, and it doesn't seem to believe in Elizabethan English. According to the spillchucker, Begone should be Begonia. Knowst should be Knots.) It may be obvious that these were all written during the collapse of my marriage.

1. And hastily seek poison
   Which hath a smell of temptation

2. Away, lady! Question nightly
   Thy drunken daydreams

3. Farewell, goblet, deceive drunkard no more!

4. Farewell, measured grace! Begone seemliness!
   Aye, vouchsafe me whatsoever merry temptation
   Perchance may quench my fiery bosom

5. Forswear melancholy vehemence

6. Foul villain and bawdy wench alike
   Yield, cursing, to loathsome death

7. Hasten therefore in ghostly grace
   Yielding every vow
   Lest love's wanton tale
   Strike some wicked death

8. I beseech thee lover,
   Such mercy vouchsafe
   That light o'ermeasure

9. I curse direst mischance
   Whatsoever cometh
   With yonder perilous question
   Foul loathsome dream

10. Jest and slander warrant naught
    Make enemy of friend
    And almost never bring fortune

11. Men speak torment in false lordship

12. Wherefore envy night?

13. Wherefore sanctify every wanton codpiece
    Lest fair fortune poison mortal lover?
    Knowst thou not that ghostly envy
    Must then torment thee with trifles
    For thy vulgar jesting?
    Forswear perilous death and tempt maiden never
    But bestow thy melancholy dream therefore
    Upon the discontented breast of an idle woman.