As I am sure everyone knows, today is William Shakespeare’s birthday and had the eternal Bard managed to elude the inevitable, he would be 444 years old today. Though he did not, at least his work lives on. I couldn’t decide whether to include my favorite sonnet, monologue, line, or joke. So, I’ll just post a few of my favorite lines….
Favorite Monologue (from Hamlet)
What a piece of work is a man,
Favorite Monologue (from Hamlet)
What a piece of work is a man,
how noble in reason, how
infinite in faculties,
in form and moving how express and
admirable, in action how like an angel,
in apprehension how likea god!
the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals—
and yet,to me, what is this quintessence of dust?
Man delights not me—nor woman neither,
though by your smiling you seem to say so.
Favorite Line (from Romeo and Juliet)
“When he shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars
and he will make the face of heaven so fine
that all the world will be in love with night,"
Favorite Shakespearean Curse
Thou dankish sheep-biting foot-licker!
****I realize that the amount of eye-rolling induced by this posting is enough to upend the rotation of the Earth, but I do know that there is one person out there who is with me in celebrating his birthday, along with the town of Avon.
Amy, can you hear me?
Shout out to the only person who would ever enjoy hurling Shakespearean scoldings at a noisy group of neighborhood kids (an event that may or may not have been facilitated by Chinese tacos and a few choice margaritas).
Who knew Shakespeare was alive, and well, and living in the Bronx?
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