Happy Sunday! Welcome to our weekly celebration of coffee, food, Shakespeare and song. Add your own pot-luck dish by recording and sharing a favorite piece of Shakespeare or Sunday song … and we’ll pair it with a brunchy dish and cup of Joe.
What Is A London Fog?
Velvety smooth and brisk on the inside, the London Fog has been a sleeper cafe treat since the late 1990s. The drink is basically a black tea latte: an infusion of Earl Grey tea made with steamed milk and just a hint of sweetness. You might say it falls somewhere between a chai latte and a …
Henry VI Part III - Act III - Scene II
I'll make my heaven to dream upon the crown,
And, whiles I live, to account this world but hell,
Until my mis-shaped trunk that bears this head
Be round impaled with a glorious crown.
And yet I know not how to get the crown,
For many lives stand between me and home:
And I,--like one lost in a thorny wood,
That rends the thorns and is rent with the thorns,
Seeking a way and straying from the way;
Not knowing how to find the open air,
But toiling desperately to find it out,--
Torment myself to catch the English crown:
And from that torment I will free myself,
Or hew my way out with a bloody axe.
Why, I can smile, and murder whiles I smile,
And cry 'Content' to that which grieves my heart,
And wet my cheeks with artificial tears,
And frame my face to all occasions.
I'll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall;
I'll slay more gazers than the basilisk;
I'll play the orator as well as Nestor,
Deceive more slily than Ulysses could,
And, like a Sinon, take another Troy.
I can add colours to the chameleon,
Change shapes with Proteus for advantages,
And set the murderous Machiavel to school.
Can I do this, and cannot get a crown?
Tut, were it farther off, I'll pluck it down.
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