Shakespeare post 1 - 18:15est 1/2/21
https://twitter.com/18airbornecorps/status/1345508922858287110
Shakespeare post 2 - 19:08est 1/2/21
https://twitter.com/18airbornecorps/status/1345522508452257794?s=21
delta 53min (45+8)
Shakespeare writes in IAMBIC PENTAMETER — 5:5
look at the images posted
patch on sleeve of first post
2nd post: Twitter gives option to load pic in 4K, showing more star detail
where is the tank pointing???
Tweet 1
Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind from the play As You Like It, Act II Scene VII
Iambic pentameter ABAB rhyme scheme
Lord Amiens, a musician, sings before Duke Senior's company
Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude;
[THIS MIDDLE SECTION IS MISSING FROM THE TWEET]
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.
Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then, heigh-ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
That does not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot:
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As friend remembered not.
Heigh-ho! sing . . .
Tweet 2
The Tempest, Act IV Scene I
Iambic pentameter
You do look, my son, in a moved sort,
As if you were dismay'd: be cheerful, sir.
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Ye all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep. Sir, I am vex'd;
Bear with my weakness; my, brain is troubled:
Be not disturb'd with my infirmity:
If you be pleased, retire into my cell
And there repose: a turn or two I'll walk,
To still my beating mind.