FabSwingers.com forum: If Shakespeare was on fab to translate filth poetry

By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

Verily, your face be to me like a fine saddle upon which I would delight in mounting until my loins have shuddered in passion there last.

Modern day translation

I wanna sit on your face till I can't come anymore

I would delight in caressing the seed of your loins with my tonsils.

Modern translation

I wanna gargle with your cum lol

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By *iamondjoeMan
over a year ago

Glastonbury

Doth thou fancieth a fuck?

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

The softness of thy ruby red lips , doth cause tremorious stirrings in mine codpiece

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

Haha I'm swooning already

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Oh Romeo oh Romeo ! Wherefore art thou Romeo

Translates to:

Stacey 34 single fancies you doing things to her that'll make her drop her bag of chips.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Shakespeare had nothing on John Donne

Mark but this flea, and mark in this,

How little that which thou deniest me is;

It suck'd me first, and now sucks thee,

And in this flea our two bloods mingled be.

Thou know'st that this cannot be said

A sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead;

Yet this enjoys before it woo,

And pamper'd swells with one blood made of two;

And this, alas ! is more than we would do.

O stay, three lives in one flea spare,

Where we almost, yea, more than married are.

This flea is you and I, and this

Our marriage bed, and marriage temple is.

Though parents grudge, and you, we're met,

And cloister'd in these living walls of jet.

Though use make you apt to kill me,

Let not to that self-murder added be,

And sacrilege, three sins in killing three.

Cruel and sudden, hast thou since

Purpled thy nail in blood of innocence?

Wherein could this flea guilty be,

Except in that drop which it suck'd from thee?

Yet thou triumph'st, and say'st that thou

Find'st not thyself nor me the weaker now.

'Tis true ; then learn how false fears be;

Just so much honour, when thou yield'st to me,

Will waste, as this flea's death took life from thee.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

But soft what light in yonder windows breaks , tis Juliette, and she doth make my lust rise like a lion in my tights with her portraits on fabbeth

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Flipping eck I'm feeling uncluttered and a philistine!

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By *iamondjoeMan
over a year ago

Glastonbury

Mind you, Othello already contains the classic line:

"Your wife is upstairs with the Moor making the beast with two backs."

Which is a wonderful euphemism

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

" Oh Romeo oh Romeo ! Wherefore art thou Romeo

Translates to:

Stacey 34 single fancies you doing things to her that'll make her drop her bag of chips."

Nothing makes Stacey drop her chips even an extra large sausage

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

"Mind you, Othello already contains the classic line:

"Your wife is upstairs with the Moor making the beast with two backs."

Which is a wonderful euphemism "

Made many a beast

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

"Shakespeare had nothing on John Donne

Mark but this flea, and mark in this,

How little that which thou deniest me is;

It suck'd me first, and now sucks thee,

And in this flea our two bloods mingled be.

Thou know'st that this cannot be said

A sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead;

Yet this enjoys before it woo,

And pamper'd swells with one blood made of two;

And this, alas ! is more than we would do.

O stay, three lives in one flea spare,

Where we almost, yea, more than married are.

This flea is you and I, and this

Our marriage bed, and marriage temple is.

Though parents grudge, and you, we're met,

And cloister'd in these living walls of jet.

Though use make you apt to kill me,

Let not to that self-murder added be,

And sacrilege, three sins in killing three.

Cruel and sudden, hast thou since

Purpled thy nail in blood of innocence?

Wherein could this flea guilty be,

Except in that drop which it suck'd from thee?

Yet thou triumph'st, and say'st that thou

Find'st not thyself nor me the weaker now.

'Tis true ; then learn how false fears be;

Just so much honour, when thou yield'st to me,

Will waste, as this flea's death took life from thee."

Wow

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

"Shakespeare had nothing on John Donne

Mark but this flea, and mark in this,

How little that which thou deniest me is;

It suck'd me first, and now sucks thee,

And in this flea our two bloods mingled be.

Thou know'st that this cannot be said

A sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead;

Yet this enjoys before it woo,

And pamper'd swells with one blood made of two;

And this, alas ! is more than we would do.

O stay, three lives in one flea spare,

Where we almost, yea, more than married are.

This flea is you and I, and this

Our marriage bed, and marriage temple is.

Though parents grudge, and you, we're met,

And cloister'd in these living walls of jet.

Though use make you apt to kill me,

Let not to that self-murder added be,

And sacrilege, three sins in killing three.

Cruel and sudden, hast thou since

Purpled thy nail in blood of innocence?

Wherein could this flea guilty be,

Except in that drop which it suck'd from thee?

Yet thou triumph'st, and say'st that thou

Find'st not thyself nor me the weaker now.

'Tis true ; then learn how false fears be;

Just so much honour, when thou yield'st to me,

Will waste, as this flea's death took life from thee."

Powerful stuff. Got to look this guy up.

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By *uke olovingmanMan
over a year ago

Gravesend

Romeo.. Romeo art thou inne yette?

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

In Shakespeare's days, nothing was a euphemism for a penis and something was one for vagina.

Much Ado About Nothing is actually a dirty pun.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

"Shakespeare had nothing on John Donne

Mark but this flea, and mark in this,

How little that which thou deniest me is;

It suck'd me first, and now sucks thee,

And in this flea our two bloods mingled be.

Thou know'st that this cannot be said

A sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead;

Yet this enjoys before it woo,

And pamper'd swells with one blood made of two;

And this, alas ! is more than we would do.

O stay, three lives in one flea spare,

Where we almost, yea, more than married are.

This flea is you and I, and this

Our marriage bed, and marriage temple is.

Though parents grudge, and you, we're met,

And cloister'd in these living walls of jet.

Though use make you apt to kill me,

Let not to that self-murder added be,

And sacrilege, three sins in killing three.

Cruel and sudden, hast thou since

Purpled thy nail in blood of innocence?

Wherein could this flea guilty be,

Except in that drop which it suck'd from thee?

Yet thou triumph'st, and say'st that thou

Find'st not thyself nor me the weaker now.

'Tis true ; then learn how false fears be;

Just so much honour, when thou yield'st to me,

Will waste, as this flea's death took life from thee.

Powerful stuff. Got to look this guy up."

Think about the written word at the time and how similar an f looked to an s...

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

Lol

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

Aww ran out of new ones

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

"Verily, your face be to me like a fine saddle upon which I would delight in mounting until my loins have shuddered in passion there last.

Modern day translation

I wanna sit on your face till I can't come anymore

I would delight in caressing the seed of your loins with my tonsils.

Modern translation

I wanna gargle with your cum lol

Post what ever you can think of. We might all get some new chat up lines

rodeo rodeo wer for art thou ...... Cowgirl ?

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

Yeeeeeeee hawww!!!

Will thoust buck me like a bronco till mine body shakes like a rodeo clown

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By *iamondjoeMan
over a year ago

Glastonbury

*clears throat*

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By *iamondjoeMan
over a year ago

Glastonbury

I saw the morning dew betwixt thine thighs

As I removed my source of Grecian power

As if King Midas dared to touch the skies

Upon thy body fell a golden shower

Thy body's temples, two church bells had rung

Upon thy chest, a row of pearls bestowed

The sun had set, thy set with wary hung

I thought, "How black a night and blue a lode"

I said, "What light through yonder beaver breaks?

It is the yeast"

And now my belly's yellow

My pole gives cause to storms and earthy quakes

But 'tis not massive, I am no Othello

And when that final moment came to pass

Like Christ I came-a riding on an ass

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

I'll give you Chaucers Wife of Bath who stated"God bad us for to wexe and multiplye". Scolars belive she appears to suggest that there is nothing wrong with sexual promiscuity, because God wants humans to procreate.

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By *iamondjoeMan
over a year ago

Glastonbury

" I'll give you Chaucers Wife of Bath who stated"God bad us for to wexe and multiplye". Scolars belive she appears to suggest that there is nothing wrong with sexual promiscuity, because God wants humans to procreate."

Amen!

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By *aitinkCouple
over a year ago

York

Her cees, her yous, from which she makes her great pees. Malvolio about Julia's letter: cunt.

Pretty much any reference to country is rude.

There are a few books on this stuff.

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