O for a prick now, like a nightingale, To put my breast against! I shall sleep like a top else.
O for a prick now, like a nightingale, To put my breast against! I shall sleep like a top else.
Oh, please, Vance definitely sleeps like a bottom
It should sing.
Some war with rere-mice for their leathern wings, To make my small elves coats . . . .
Plenty of pricks to go around. not Shakespeare.
“O wad some Power the giftie gie us, to see oursels as ithers see us! It wad frae monie a blunder free us."