Today, April 23rd, is observed as the birthday of William Shakespeare, Billy the Bard, Will John Gloverson. We don’t know the date of his birthday, someone forgot to register a birth cert, a common occurrence in those days. So we rely on church baptismal records for proof, and that happened on April 26th.
His stature as a writer is such that the world of English Theater is divided into two camps, the works of Shakespeare, and everything else.
If you play the game of Charades and someone makes the sign for a play the default first question should be “Is it a Shakespeare play?”
Sonnet CXXX; by William Shakespeare
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
if snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
if hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,
but no such roses see I in her cheeks;
and in some perfumes is there more delight
than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
that music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
my mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
as any she belied with false compare.