Originally Posted by midwinter
Um. Rabbits reproduce because they, um, fuck like bunnies.
Telling me "coney" was another word for rabbit probably would have been more helpful. We call them rabbits, bunnies and various names not fit for a family-friendly forum but "coney" is not one I've come across before.
I'm going to take some time tomorrow and look at Hamlet—specifically the exchange between Gertrude and Hamlet—to see if there's any "quaints" in there. Har!
God I love stuff like this. When I was finishing my undergraduate work, one of my professors tried to push me into the History of English/Linguistics because I seemed to have a knack for it. I went into another sub-field. Sometimes I wonder whether I made the right decision...this is fun!
Are you familiar with Mr Quislibet
? I've probably posted it here before. Still one of the funniest things I've read on the internet. I, too, would marry this man sight unseen like many of the commenters. It stands to reason he would be supremely entertaining and
good in bed. And looks aren't that important after all.
The original (Sir Mix-a-lot "Baby's Got Back"):
I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung, wanna pull out your tough
'Cause you notice that butt was stuffed
Deep in the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
After Mr Quislibet has done his thing:
magnae clunes mihi placent, nec possum de hac re mentiri.
(Large buttocks are pleasing to me, nor am I able to lie concerning this matter.)
quis enim, consortes mei, non fateatur,
(For who, colleagues, would not admit,)
cum puella incedit minore medio corpore
(Whenever a girl comes by with a rather small middle part of the body)
sub quo manifestus globus, inflammare animos
(Beneath which is an obvious spherical mass, that it inflames the spirits)
virtute praestare ut velitis, notantes bracas eius
(So that you want to be conspicuous for manly virtue, noticing her breeches)
clunibus profunde fartas(*1) esse
(Have been deeply stuffed with buttock?)
a! captus sum, nec desinere intueri possum.
(Alas! I am captured, nor am I able to desist from gazing.)
Keep us updated on how many "quaints" you find in Hamlet.