Vocabulary 11A. Pernicious Fray Portentous Hoodwinked Knave Jest Prorogued Chide Sententious Blank Verse Sonnet Iambic Pentameter. pernicious. Adjective Definition: deadly; evil. “ What, ho! you men, you beasts That quench the fire of your pernicious rage
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“What, ho! you men, you beasts That quench the fire of your pernicious rage
With purple fountains issuing from your veins,”
–Prince Escalus (Act I, scene i)
a fight or battle
“O, where is Romeo? saw you him to-day?Right glad I am he was not at this fray.”
–Lady Montague (Act I, scene i)
Portentous clouds are rolling in!
“Black and portentous must this honour prove,
Unless good counsel do the cause remove.”
–Lord Montague (Act I, scene i)
“We'll have no Cupid hoodwink'd with a scarf,”
–Benvolio (Act I, scene iv)
“More light, you knaves; and turn the tables up,And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.” –Lord Capulet (Act I, scene v)
(v) to taunt, to make fun of
“He jests at scars that never felt a wound.”
–Romeo (Act II, scene ii)
“My life were better ended by their hate,Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.” –Romeo (Act II, scene ii)
to harass or nag
“I pray thee, chide not; she whom I love nowDoth grace for grace and love for love allow;The other did not so.”
–Romeo (Act II, scene iii)
“and she hath the prettiest sententious ofit, of you and rosemary, that it would do you good to hear it.” –Nurse (Act II, scene iv)
What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death. - Tybalt
After Turkey Day, the garbage bags sat;
My dog was tempted by the tasty sight.
He tore them open, gorged big, and grew fat,
But first he made a mess and caused some blight.
He ate some hot sauce and blueberry pies,
Then laid around and moaned out loud in pain.
I worried in my heart of his demise,
And tried to scrub the purple carpet stain.
He slowly came around and waddled slow,
His belly wide and nearly to the floor.
So sad to see my hungry doggy grow
So portly wide, he barely fit his door.
He survived, but still he is more than stout.
I’ve learned. Next time I’ll take the garbage out!
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st;
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night,
And pay no worship to the garish sun.