"With but a taste of poison'd paradise, I am enthrall'd to thee, dost thou not see? Thou art most toxic, jellying my vice, yet still I crave thy drak, bewithed plea."
Good gentlefolk, lend me thine ears! We have taken forty of the most famous pop songs of our age and clad their words in the rich velvet of William Shakespeare's tongue. Choruses that once blared from every carriage and tavern now sound as though penned by the Bard himself for the Globe's own stage. Thy quest: pierce the iambic veil and name the modern anthem hidden beneath each Elizabethan verse. Some thou shalt know in an instant; others shall mock thee with cunning distractors. Forty questions stand between thee and immortal glory. Draw thy quill, summon thy memory, and let the trial begin. To the victor, the crown of pop and poetry both!
A Worthy Yeoman of the Charts
Good gentlefolk, lend me thine ears! We have taken forty of the most famous pop songs of our age and clad their words in the rich velvet of William Shakespeare's tongue. Choruses that once blared from every carriage and tavern now sound as though penned by the Bard himself for the Globe's own stage. Thy quest: pierce the iambic veil and name the modern anthem hidden beneath each Elizabethan verse. Some thou shalt know in an instant; others shall mock thee with cunning distractors. Forty questions stand between thee and immortal glory. Draw thy quill, summon thy memory, and let the trial begin. To the victor, the crown of pop and poetry both!
