But hark! What word through yonder comment makes?
It is a Feast, and Fiddlegirl likes my pun
Arise, fair Fid, and spill the envi'ble tune
As AIR's already thick with disbelief
That thou, new maid, should write so artfully
Be not afraid, that they be envious;
Thy best delivery is so rarely seen
And none but fools do "One" it; flip them off.
My tribute's lady, O, to write thereof!
O-bama, blasts from her!
She writes, and 'tis a fun thing: oh, how phat!
So AIR endorses; I vote/comment it
As Fives unfold; in sets of three from geeks
One of the fairest stars in Chucky's heaven,
Seeing her whiz this, such complete surprise
It sprinkles me with tears, her puns, discern
What wit arises there, in pretty head!
The brilliance of technique would shame our "stars"
Wordplay, quite, does she vamp; and lightly leaven --
-- Us through the AIR-y region; gleam so bright
With words (her "thing"), the rest of us, delight
See, how she gleans so chic a pun, so grand!
Know that I, songs thereof, am such a fan
Of talent, One, unique!

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OS (Act II, Scene 2)
Romeo outside Juliet's window (peeper!); she appears at the window

Romeo:

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou her maid art far more fair than she:
Be not her maid, since she is envious;
Her vestal livery is but sick and green
And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
It is my lady, O, it is my love!
O, that she knew she were!
She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?
Her eye discourses; I will answer it.
I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks:
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,
As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!