Seems like April takes the cake when it comes to birthday celebrations.
I know for sure that the family/close friends' birthdays I've acknowledged this month would take up the fingers on both hands and maybe even a start on the toes.
Bill and I attended a trifecta birthday party last night. We lovingly call the honored guests the "outlaws."
In this case three birthdays of siblings (youngest 65; oldest 80) happened within a week.
Anyway, with birthdays on the mind, this ol' English teacher always remembers the birthday of William Shakespeare April 23, 1564.
How many times did I teach the play Julius Caesar to my sophomores.
Probably not enough fingers and toes to get that total.
Usually we were making our way through Julius Caesar when Shakespeare's birthday occurred.
We didn't have parties for his birthday. We saved those for when the kids had to recite a number of lines of Marc Antony's funeral oration for Caesar.
Those recitals were often enhanced by creative approaches AND food AND occasionally togas.
All fun, thanks to a brilliant writer of English literature whose works displayed the frailties and sometimes the strengths of human nature.
So, in honor of William, the bard, today I'm keeping it simple with a few Shakespearean quotes, which when simplified remind us of our day-to-day encounters with members of the human race.
Happy Birthday, Shakespeare!
Enjoy and maybe even ponder your own examples/experiences depicting each of the messages within Shakespeare's words.
Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit,
The valiant never taste of death but once.
The beacon of the wise.
To throw a perfume on the violet,
To smooth the ice, or add another hue
Unto the rainbow, or with taper light
To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish,
Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.
And, for the most, become much more the better
For being a little bad.
Youth is full of pleasance, age is full of care.
So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
The Merchant of Venice
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
: Twelfth Night
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