William Shakespeare was an amazing dude.
Born 443 years ago today, he wrote brilliantly about so many subjects: love, power, Westport…
Westport? Of course!
- Taking your dog to Winslow Park: “Out, damned Spot! Out, I say!”
- Investing with Bernie Madoff: “All that glisters is not gold.”
- That !@#$%^&* new McMansion right next door: “What light through yonder window breaks?”
- P&Z and ZBA meetings: “The first thing we do, we kill all the lawyers.”
- The Board of Finance, explaining why this year’s budget must toe the line: “Nothing can come of nothing.”
- Our healthcare crisis: “The patient must minister to himself.”
- Our countless banks, which no one ever uses: “Neither a borrower nor a lender be.”
- What you’ll find at Balducci’s, now that it’s been sold: “Eye of newt, and toe of frog/Wool of bat, and tongue of dog/Adder’s fork, and blind-worm’s sting/Lizard’s leg, and howlet’s wing.”
Did you know that Shakespeare died on today’s date as well?
Even in death he was a poet. His epitaph read:
Good friend, for Jesus’ sake forebeare
To digg the dust enclosed here!
Blest be the man that spares these stones,
And curst be he that moves my bones.
Of course, then there are those who wonder if Shakespeare really wrote all this stuff…