Ha' not you seen, Camillo? / (But that's past doubt; you have, or your eye-glass / Is thicker than a cuckold's horn)
Yet such extenuation let me beg,
As, in reproof of many tales devised,
which oft the ear of greatness needs must hear,
By smiling pick-thanks and base news-mongers,
I may, for some things true, wherein my youth
Hath faulty wander’d and irregular,
Find pardon on my true submission.
What is game? Who got game? / Where's the game in life, behind the game behind the game / I got game, she's got game / We got game, they got game, he got game
Tapper reminded viewers that there had been a lot of magical thinking lately on the part of Democrats and liberal pundits, who spent too much time entertaining pie-in-the-sky dreams […] imagining a landslide victory for Biden. As they say, 'You can’t get high on your own supply,' Tapper zinged.
