>>>My favorite:
>>>
>>>Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
>>>creep 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.
>>>
>>>That's half a dozen cliches right there. And he wrote it all in iambic pentameter
>>
>>
>>Thanks for taking the time to point out to us dummies that it was iambic....
>>
>>one of my two favorites:
>>
>>OUT of the night that covers me,
>>Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
>>I thank whatever gods may be
>>For my unconquerable soul.
>>
>>In the fell clutch of circumstance
>>I have not winced nor cried aloud.
>>Under the bludgeonings of chance
>>My head is bloody, but unbowed.
>>
>>Beyond this place of wrath and tears
>>Looms but the Horror of the shade,
>>And yet the menace of the years
>>Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
>>
>>It matters not how strait the gate,
>>How charged with punishments the scroll,
>>I am the master of my fate:
>>I am the captain of my soul
>>
>> -- William Henley
>>
>>
>>The other (a fragment):
>>
>>The Moving Finger writes: and, having writ,
>> Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
>> Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
>> Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
>> -- Omar Khayyam
>
>Can we assume that the first guy was learning Silverlight ?


lmao.... I can relate...