Hi All, I have a Shakespearean Sonnet generator ( which is derived from my RNILL script, a dictionary created from analysing WS's sonnets ) . Hopefully I'll find or arrange a web home for it soon. (offers welcome, it needs cgi , but doesn't need write access) Thought I'd share one of RNILL Shakespeare's sonnets with you all. " By those that nimble thought I with weary night? Beshrew that other petty wrongs that guides my wailing chief, Shall summer's green all men diseased; but this thy brain, So vex'd with evermore acknowledge thee, when from thence: And I, once in me your epitaph to kiss. He is poorly imitated after that thee back, Thou prevent'st his compeers by thy fair aspect Being woo'd of you, if thou gently sway'st Nor can jump both moon and proud as your truth. And the world's fresh repair should grow sad. O'ercharged with that love as I myself thy face survey, Of heaven itself so I, once in the swart-complexion'd night, Breathed forth all this separation I would bear As forfeit to do not so; I am perjured most; " Cheers, Allen K
