Happy Birthday Shakespeare!

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In celebration of Shakespeare’s birth and death day, and in celebration of National Poetry Month, enjoy one of Shakespeare’s sonnets. This is one of my favorites.

Sonnet LXXI (71)

No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it, for I love you so,
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot,
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
O! if, I say, you look upon this verse,
When I perhaps compounded am with clay,
Do not so much as my poor name rehearse;
But let your love even with my life decay;
   Lest the wise world should look into your moan,
   And mock you with me after I am gone.

Visit Shakespeare’s Sonnets to read more of his poetry.