April 23, 1564-
April 23, 1616
Alas, poor Will, to on his birthday die
I hope it ne'er shall hap to such as I.
At the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Susan has provided us with plenty of familiar Shakespearean quotes, along with links to many others. There are thousands, of course, from which we can choose.
The most fun I ever had with Shakespeare was the year my much-younger brother turned 14. I was helping him study English because he'd had more than half of his schooling in Spanish, thanks to our parents' early retirement in Baja. My idea of teaching was to help him rewrite Shakespeare's Macbeth into the early 20th century, with gangsters and gun molls, good guys and bad guys. We both enjoyed it.
So, I have a passing familiarity with Will S. (more passing, less familiarity as the years go by) and see this challenge as an opportunity for more fun. The following non-sonnet consists of one line from Shakespeare alternating with one from me.
To a lover while waiting for warmer weather
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day,
Long unseen and so very far away?
What is your substance, whereof are you made
That you leave me here, so long in the shade?
For sweetest things turn sour by their deeds,
Like you, who never, ever, my love heeds!
The course of true love never did run smooth
What then, from you, will all my heartbreak soothe?
Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds
Impeding, thus, our marriage of true minds.