Joining Shakespeare in their graves on this date were Cervantes, Jules Verne and Wordsworth.
Here's Sonnet 71 by Shakespeare.
No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Then 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.
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I don't mean to be obnoxiously self-promoting, but guess who else has a birthday today? I thought it was pretty cool some time ago when I learned I shared the date with Billy the Bard and Vladimir the Perv (oh, but all pervs should be so articulate -- in their second tongue!)....*sigh*
Speaking of departure...my lip quiverred slightly this week upon reading 'O you could not know/ That such swift fleeting...Not even I - would undo me so!' (and there's nothing wrong with being a geek)
aaarrggh..*quivered
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