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Originally Posted by watley
Be still now, the poetry of thy tongue, lest we swoon in aesthetic rapture; ensnare us not with thy wordsome wiles, neither confund our senses with airy verse and tender tropes! For it is the unique grace of the gentler sex to soothe troubled waters with honeyed tongue, and our strength fails our limbs in face of the languorous rhythms of thy speech.
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Your eloquence has humbled me, good watley. I am convinced that if I didn't currently despise your sex, your words would have entreated my limbs to thoroughly collapse.
Because I cannot rep you, I grant you my 1000th post.