I think we should all type in Shakespearean English, for education's sake
I remember a little Robert Browning from my school days. Here's one for this noble & aristocratic thread!
Oh, to be in England
Now that Aprils there,
And whoever wakes in England
Sees, some morning, unaware.
That the lowest boughs and brushwood sheaf
Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,
While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough,
In England now!
And after April, when May follows,
And the white-throat builds, and all the swallows!
Hark, where my blossmed pear-tree in the hedge
Leans to the field and scatters on the clover
Blossoms and dew-drops-at the bent sprays edge-
That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over,
Lest you should think he never could recapture
The first fine careless rapture!
And though the fields look rough with hoary dew,
This thread will still be gay when noontide wakes anew,
The buttercups, the little childrens dower,
Far better than this worthless thread
And gaudy mellon flower!