Dost thou think, because there’s something rotten in
the state of the economy, there shall be no more cakes and ale? Fie, dismiss thy fears.
We shall revel today in wholesome mirth and laughter in fulsome praise of the
genius of Master Shakespeare. Sweet Bard of Avon, begetter of the finest verse
and plays, who was born today and made all the world his stage.

Out, damned
Spot, out, I say! No walkies today. Leave thy master amongst his boon
companions sired by the most noble Shakespeare. Behold Hamlet, Prince of
Denmark; greetings, King Lear; welcome, noble Antony and Cleopatra, thy beauty
beyond compare. What sayst Othello, my lord? Remark the Scottish tragedy. Et tu, Brute? O Romeo, Romeo!
wherefore art thou missing, Romeo?

All the world’s
a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and
their entrances.

Alack, such is life. Golden lads and girls all must, as chimney-sweepers, come to
dust.

But do thy
worst, old Time: despite thy wrong, Shakespeare’s verse shall live ever
young. And his plays too. So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, so long live these
and these give life to thee, Master Shakespeare.

Thou shalt live and we’ll dwell on thy fabulous creations. What a piece of work
is man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculty, that he can create
works like these – prodigies of art emanating from the quill of the
extraordinary Will, the incomparable Bard of Avon!

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