From: Asy .
Alas, poor Webboard! I knew him,
Ian: a fellow of infinite thought, of most excellent fancy: he hath borne us on his board a thousand times; and now, how ingrained in my imagination it is!
My pride rims at it.
Here hung those posts that I have read I know
not how oft.
Where be your posts now? your ideas? your questions? Your flashes of merriment,
that were wont to set the table on a roar?
Not one now, to mock your own abilities? quite post-fallen?
Now get you to new forum's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that.
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of dreams what posts may come...
Farewell sweet webboard, we will look fondly on you from time to time, and I say all ye who posted here, we shall revel again, in the new forum beyond.
asy.
Alas, poor Webboard! I knew him,
Ian: a fellow of infinite thought, of most excellent fancy: he hath borne us on his board a thousand times; and now, how ingrained in my imagination it is!
My pride rims at it.
Here hung those posts that I have read I know
not how oft.
Where be your posts now? your ideas? your questions? Your flashes of merriment,
that were wont to set the table on a roar?
Not one now, to mock your own abilities? quite post-fallen?
Now get you to new forum's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that.
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of dreams what posts may come...
Farewell sweet webboard, we will look fondly on you from time to time, and I say all ye who posted here, we shall revel again, in the new forum beyond.
asy.
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