kanadalainen
A pint of dark matter, please.
What’s we that wishes for points so?
My Boardsmen, HF Jets? Aye, my fair board;
If we are mark’d to die, we are enow
To do our city loss; and if to live,
The more fans, the greater share of honour.
God’s will! I pray thee, wish not one fan more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth guzzle ales upon my cost;
It yearns me not if other fans my Schuffles jersey weareth;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
My Boardsmen, HF Jets? Aye, my fair board;
If we are mark’d to die, we are enow
To do our city loss; and if to live,
The more fans, the greater share of honour.
God’s will! I pray thee, wish not one fan more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth guzzle ales upon my cost;
It yearns me not if other fans my Schuffles jersey weareth;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.