Last night me and my friend's did a coranto.
One of my friends said that it was bern, and we couldn't tell anyone.
After that, we sang fancies. We sounded like a fracted record.
Insult:
God hath given you one face and you make yourselves another.
I think that Shakespeare was trying to say God made you who you are and you're
not putting that to use. You're masking yourself to fit in with others.
Be who you are, not something you're not.
