Happy Easter!
Mar 31, 2013 1:07:03 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2013 1:07:03 GMT -5
Good morning to you all! To all those who survived the night, congratulations! What a night it turned out to be! Today is Christianity's resurrection day! 'The Sunday Times' leads this Easter Sunday with some editorial comment on much ado about dodging.
Now my charms are all o'erthrown, and what strength I have's mine own, which is most faint: now, 'tis true, I must be here confin'd by you, or sent to Naples. Let me not, since I have my dukedom got and pardon'd the deceiver, dwell in this bare island by your spell; but release me from my bands with the help of your good hands. Gentle breath of yours my sails must fill, or else my project fails, which was to please. Now I want spirits to enforce, art to enchant; and my ending is despair, unless I be reliev'd by prayer, which pierces so that it assaults mercy itself, and frees all faults. As you from crimes would pardon'd be, let your indulgence set me free.
"Today this newspaper names and shames a high-profile figure who is not only guilty of evading tax, but is also further accused of exploiting rising food prices. The good news is that his schemes have been exposed. Unfortunately for the Treasury, which might be hoping to recover some of their losses, the figure in question is William Shakespeare. Researchers at Aberystwyth University have confirmed that the Bard was not only fined more than once for tax evasion, but was also convicted of storing grain during a time of food shortage (so that he could sell at a higher price). This information casts a new light on some of his works. It is now obvious that King Lear decided to split his kingdom into three because he wanted to reduce inheritance tax liability, while 'The Tempest' clearly warns of the pitfalls involved in offshore island tax havens ... "
Now my charms are all o'erthrown, and what strength I have's mine own, which is most faint: now, 'tis true, I must be here confin'd by you, or sent to Naples. Let me not, since I have my dukedom got and pardon'd the deceiver, dwell in this bare island by your spell; but release me from my bands with the help of your good hands. Gentle breath of yours my sails must fill, or else my project fails, which was to please. Now I want spirits to enforce, art to enchant; and my ending is despair, unless I be reliev'd by prayer, which pierces so that it assaults mercy itself, and frees all faults. As you from crimes would pardon'd be, let your indulgence set me free.