Vrai ou faux

[réflexions 415]

G jamais vrmt lu du shakespeare...

 

Next a faim (punaise jpense tjrs a la nourriture :crazy:)

 

Cadeau tite zabeille ... le monologue de Hamlet ... le morceau de littérature anglaise le plus célèbre de tous les temps .. en texte original .. :D

 

To be, or not to be: that is the question:

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer

The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,

Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,

And, by opposing, end them. To die, to sleep,

No more, and by a sleep to say we end

The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks

That flesh is heir to; 'tis a consummation

Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep,

To sleep, perchance to dream, ay, there's the rub;

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come

When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,

Must give us pause. There's the respect

That makes calamity of so long life,

For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,

The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,

The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay,

The insolence of office and the spurns

That patient merit of th'unworthy takes,

When he himself might his quietus make

With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,

To grunt and sweat under a weary life,

But that the dread of something after death,

The undiscover'd country from whose bourn

No traveller returns, puzzles the will,

And makes us rather bear those ills we have

Than fly to others that we know not of?

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,

And thus the native hue of resolution

Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,

And enterprises of great pitch and moment

With this regard their currents turn awry,

And lose the name of action. - Soft you, now!

The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons

Be all my sins remember'd.

[Guest Pelloulamed]

Cadeau tite zabeille ... le monologue de Hamlet ... le morceau de littérature anglaise le plus célèbre de tous les temps .. en texte original .. :D

 

To be, or not to be: that is the question:

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer

The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,

Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,

And, by opposing, end them. To die, to sleep,

No more, and by a sleep to say we end

The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks

That flesh is heir to; 'tis a consummation

Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep,

To sleep, perchance to dream, ay, there's the rub;

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come

When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,

Must give us pause. There's the respect

That makes calamity of so long life,

For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,

The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,

The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay,

The insolence of office and the spurns

That patient merit of th'unworthy takes,

When he himself might his quietus make

With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,

To grunt and sweat under a weary life,

But that the dread of something after death,

The undiscover'd country from whose bourn

No traveller returns, puzzles the will,

And makes us rather bear those ills we have

Than fly to others that we know not of?

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,

And thus the native hue of resolution

Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,

And enterprises of great pitch and moment

With this regard their currents turn awry,

And lose the name of action. - Soft you, now!

The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons

Be all my sins remember'd.

:mdr::mdr: et geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeenre MOI jvais réussir a comprendre ceci :D faut commencer douga douga machi directema le high level 3ami reflexions:crazy:

[misterforalik 10]

Next

Regarde des philms en strimzing dans son lit

[OsiriaS 404]

Next

Regarde des philms en strimzing dans son lit

 

Faux pas en ce moment.

Next est de France

[falestine 10]

Faux pas en ce moment.

Next est de France

 

vrai

next il a divorcé

[OsiriaS 404]

vrai

next il a divorcé

 

Faux

Next est de Paris

[falestine 10]

Faux

Next est de Paris

 

vrai

next c'est elle

[OsiriaS 404]

vrai

next c'est elle

 

Vrai et faux je ne sais pas ce que tu veux dire

Next c'est lui :mdr:

[falestine 10]

Vrai et faux je ne sais pas ce que tu veux dire

Next c'est lui :mdr:

 

vrai

next robe blanche en couleur

[OsiriaS 404]

vrai

next robe blanche en couleur

 

Faux

Next Jean usé

[Guest Thalwith]

Faux

Next Jean usé

 

faux

next a passer une mauvaise journée :rolleyes:

[falestine 10]

faux

next a passer une mauvaise journée :rolleyes:

 

vrai

next il a de la monnaie

[Guest Thalwith]

vrai

next il a de la monnaie

 

faux

next est un milliardaire :D

[falestine 10]

faux

next est un milliardaire :D

 

faux

next elle est moche

[Guest Thalwith]

faux

next elle est moche

 

:mdr: vrais

next est bogosse :D

[falestine 10]

:mdr: vrais

next est bogosse :D

 

faux:bash::bash:

next il est pauvre

[Guest Thalwith]

faux:bash::bash:

next il est pauvre

 

vrais :mdr:

next est un peu fou :D

[falestine 10]

vrais :mdr:

next est un peu fou :D

 

faux

next il sorst il vient de passer un mauvais quart d'heure

[Guest Thalwith]

faux

next il sorst il vient de passer un mauvais quart d'heure

 

vrais

next est entrains de regarder la télé :rolleyes:

[JAMES 10]

faux

 

Next est plutôt timide

[Guest Thalwith]

vrais

next est entrains de travaillé :rolleyes:

[réflexions 415]

vrais

next est entrains de travaillé :rolleyes:

 

Faux ...:D

Next est au lit ..

[falestine 10]

Faux ...:D

Next est au lit ..

 

vrai

next il est refroidi

[réflexions 415]

vrai

next il est refroidi

 

Faux .. toujours vivant .. :mad:

Next .. a fumé un truc .. :D

[falestine 10]

Faux .. toujours vivant .. :mad:

Next .. a fumé un truc .. :D

 

vrai

next sa femme l'a fumé dans son lit