On Sonnets and Shakespeare. Ready for this? Be silent!

I say this is a pretty clever and funny poster (ht).  The language not that much out of place, in a contemporary way, for the master of double entendre. 

While not for the "b---s" ... the following sonnet appeals to hermits like me:

Silence
By Thomas Hood

There is a silence where hath been no sound, 
There is a silence where no sound may be, 
In the cold grave—under the deep deep sea, 
Or in wide desert where no life is found, 
Which hath been mute, and still must sleep profound; 
No voice is hush'd—no life treads silently, 
But clouds and cloudy shadows wander free. 
That never spoke, over the idle ground: 
But in green ruins, in the desolate walls 
Of antique palaces, where Man hath been, 
Though the dun fox, or wild hyæna, calls, 
And owls, that flit continually between, 
Shriek to the echo, and the low winds moan,— 
There the true Silence is, self-conscious and alone.