Bard

After some (truly) random fooling around with my Magnetic Shakespeare Kit I could record the following eruptions of poetry:

Alas my discontent therefore must be like yonder.

... thee or measure.

Here is no merry bosom.

Slander were soon out.

Why sanctify my saucy vehemence?

Of course grammar is an altogether different matter: this is poetry!

Thanks, and, what's more, dedicated to my brother.