Saturday, January 28, 2023

 

1/28/23

 

Today’s Totally Random Line(s)

 

                                     O Griffith, sick to death!

My legs, like loaden branches, bow to the earth,

Willing to leave their burden. Reach a chair:-

  

-Katherine

 King Henry the Eighth          Act IV, Scene ii, Line 3

 

 

The Queen is replying to Griffith’s query, How does your Grace? Apparently, her Grace does not so well.

I guess we all have those sort of days, don’t we?


I'm not sure this helps, but at the very least, it's an interesting idea. And I thought those Chinese folks were all about the tea?


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