Four hundred years ago today, William Shakespeare passed away.
April is a month that belongs to the Bard, a significant date is the twenty-third.
Seeing as today, April 23rd, is the four hundredth anniversary of the death of William Shakespeare, I was inspired to break out in verse (well, two lines). He was also born in April (possibly on the same date as that on which he died) and was baptized on the 26th.
The next time you take a walk through the woods or alongside a babbling brook, think of Shakespeare’s play ‘As You Like It‘ (Act II, Scene I – The Forest of Arden)
And this, our life, exempt from public haunt
finds tongues in trees
books in the running brooks
sermons in stones
and good in everything.