On a nondescript road (x) in the hamlet, the Danish Prince lost his way and came quite undone . . Truth being what it is, he struggled to get better, and after years of healing spirit, mind, and body; he loved her still. 💕
The course of true love never did run smooth.
(William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream)
Nose whisker, nose whisker
Henceforth you poketh thus
What trickery o’ cruel cunning
Hast thou employed to enter my nostril’s bed chamber?
Unsightly creature of Lucifer,
Methinks thou art a rogue hair!
As Prince Hamlet might suggest, get thee to a nunnery!
Begone, foul tuft!
(Sword clatters on the ground, beside the nose whisker)