From Measure for Measure:

Well, heaven forgive him, and forgive us all!
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall

Shift around the letters, and it becomes:

We offer thin hymn as illusory vim, if believing ourselves damned or salvageable.

I’ve been on an anagram kick lately, so I thought I’d try something different this morning.

There are two Thursday Morning Riddles this week. The riddles are anagrams of each other.

While incumbent, I one in one hundred remain;
States elect me to allocate funds I’ll sustain;
I look trustworthy, work’s can-do, let me explain;
I thumped beatable foes, held the latest campaign.

Who am I?

Shift around the letters, and it becomes:

I’m that act when enlisted men seem to rebel;
Aim to mutinies, or if when captured you tell;
That pained book, as Ann Coulter’s expecting, should sell;
Like that infamous Benedict Arnold as well.

Who am I?

The answers, of course, will be anagrams of each other as well.

Enjoy!

UPDATE: Both riddles solved by Annalisa. See comments for answers.

From Henry IV, Part One:

The better part of valour is discretion; in the which better part, I have saved my life.

Shift around the letters, and it becomes:

To thrive in craven humility’s theoretic depth is preferable to a swift brave death.

From Othello:

Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate,
Nor set down aught in malice: then, must you speak
Of one that lov’d not wisely but too well;
Of one not easily jealous, but, being wrought,
Perplex’d in the extreme;

Shift around the letters, and it becomes:

To augur the noble general as known ex-football player, we only meant to go to that unusual eye-opening nexus moment when O.J. Simpson kept to the text to fume “If I did this, it was because I loved her.”

I can’t think of a good Conundrum today, so you get an extra bonus Shakespeare Anagram.

From Romeo and Juliet:

O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father, and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I’ll no longer be a Capulet.

Shift around the letters, and it becomes:

Your name alone is my enemy.

Every other thing is of a powerful centerfold model that a hot babe would turn wanton for or rot.

Lo, be thou here more!

From The Winter’s Tale:

Exit, pursued by a bear.

Shift around the letters, and it becomes:

“A Ursa? Bye!” (But expired.)

From Cymbeline:

Fear no more the heat o’ the sun,
Nor the furious winter’s rages;
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta’en thy wages;
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.

Shift around the letters, and it becomes:

There’s no need to shun death, that has neither hot days nor dark stormy nights.

Life is so much worse that you may as well go now and get compensated for earned tumult.

Age sneers. Gallows rule!

From King Richard II:

For God’s sake, let us sit upon the ground
And tell sad stories of the death of kings:

Shift around the letters, and it becomes:

Plantagenet’s ass took to the dirt and thus sighed OK eulogies for snuffed lords.

UPDATE: A more family-friendly version…

Plantagenet’s tush took to the dirt and so asked eulogies for snuffed lords. (Sigh!)

I think I’ll make the anagram a regular feature on Saturdays.

From Antony and Cleopatra:

The barge she sat in, like a burnish’d throne,
Burn’d on the water; the poop was beaten gold,
Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that
The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver,
Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made
The water which they beat to follow faster,
As amorous of their strokes.

Shift around the letters, and it becomes:

The brave Enobarbus talks of when that temptress Cleopatra had tea, perched on her boat — a pimped-out ride that suffused the great M. Antonius.

How her skillful work there rushed Antony’s desires like the River Nile itself.

How he was so hooked that he often went to her website at http://www.misscleo.org/.

I just can’t stop.

From Twelfth Night:

If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.

Shift around the letters, and it becomes:

A Duke expects to go stuff himself in notes. If I gave the poetic Orsino my flash iPod device, it may be eaten.