Five Letter Word Posts

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prémont

γνῶθι σεαυτόν

j winter

The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils.
The motions of his spirit are dull as night,
And his affections dark as Erebus.
Let no such man be trusted.

-- William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice


LKB

Mit Flügeln, die ich mir errungen...


j winter

The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils.
The motions of his spirit are dull as night,
And his affections dark as Erebus.
Let no such man be trusted.

-- William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice


j winter

Couldn't decide between "Boris" or "Trump," so will go simply go with...

Dense

This is what I get for reading a newspaper this morning....
The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils.
The motions of his spirit are dull as night,
And his affections dark as Erebus.
Let no such man be trusted.

-- William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice

aligreto

Quote from: j winter on September 22, 2019, 10:06:49 AM
Couldn't decide between "Boris" or "Trump," so will go simply go with...

Dense

This is what I get for reading a newspaper this morning....

:laugh:  :laugh:  :laugh:

Well done. That gave me a good laugh! How about....

Moron

zamyrabyrd

"Men, it has been well said, think in herds; it will be seen that they go mad in herds, while they only recover their senses slowly, one by one."

― Charles MacKay, Extraordinary Popular Delusions and the Madness of Crowds


prémont

γνῶθι σεαυτόν


prémont

γνῶθι σεαυτόν


prémont

γνῶθι σεαυτόν


prémont

γνῶθι σεαυτόν


j winter

The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils.
The motions of his spirit are dull as night,
And his affections dark as Erebus.
Let no such man be trusted.

-- William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice