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Alas poor Spitzer. Once noble emperor, now hoist by his own petard. A tale fit for the Bard, I trow?

Prithee what sayest thou?

Answer:

Tis true my queen, lest your heart not be down trodden by the poor souls that will be fallen into the depths of evil.
Strangely, I have noticed that on many occasions,when a person seems to be adamantly against something,(as Spitzer was about anti-sex legislation) it is often just a smokescreen they are using to somehow draw attention away from what they are actually involved in or guilty of. It is to help them get rid of guilty feelings or to make sure they don't seem like they could be guilty of anything like that.
Next cohost on Fox, or MSNBC. Don't cry for me, Eliot Spitzer!
Verily, the line itself is passing strange, if thou ignorest its true meaning. Again, the humor would crosseth the threshold of the noble charts if the wench's name were Spitzer. The Bard hath, however, dealt with far nobler types than regional governors. Were he a duke, an earl, or even a baron, his tale may have been fit for immortalization. And to compare a duke to a governor, while perhaps a fitting level given historical and political contexts, nomenclature is everything. Bluntly, governor just doesn't sound cool enough for Billy S.
thou say,he b uth,in hurt,yea i sa mate,mon in bad way,yake stick and beat thou self between the old legs,poor mis guided lad

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