For you my friend. From Ticat fan Othello, with apologies to Wm. Shakespeare.
Wait you, a word or two before you go
You’ll be done and gone quite soon and you k’nowt.
No more of you. I pray you, in your boasts
When you shall imaginary deeds propose,
Speak the truth as it is; nothing extenuate.
I advise not in malice, for I speak
Of a team playing not wisely or too well;
Of one not easily winning, and being wrought,
Perplex’d in the extreme; sent forth the tongue
Of knavish Levels, spewing foolish boast-
So like all his team. They will not win the game,
And like the snow shall melt away
And drop tears as upon the frozen turf.