O most pernicious woman!
O, villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!
My tables, — meet it is I set it down,
That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain.
Hamlet, Act 1, Scene 5
I thought it strange as I sat keyboarding at the kitchen table,
to hear her voice, her sweet voice,
beckoning me at the screen door.
"Meowww, meowww", she said with urgency
"See the gift I brought for our morning tea...
a plumb little yellow finch, fresh from the kill."
"Oh, Ophelia, your so cruel,
your offence so rank,
wretched, rash kitty
no gift such as this will I partake."
"Do you not know, a learned man once wrote
"Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind".
"Mistress Elizabeth, do not protest, my natural instincts to kill.
That writer you quote, wise man so I've been told,
said the most important thing, is to be true to oneself."