A Rose Blooms and Blushes

The roses fearfully on thorns did stand,
One blushing shame, another white despair;
A third, nor red nor white, had stol’n of both
– William Shakespeare (Sonnet 99)





Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date
– William Shakespeare, Sonnet XVIII

Taking a breather from the daily rigors, even if only to appreciate the darling buds of May.





A Tribute to Fools

“Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.”
– William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night

(Statue of The Fool at Stratford-Upon-Avon, Shakespeare’s birthplace.)

At first glance, it seems Shakespeare is mocking the fool. Even the statue seems to show a clown providing mindless entertainment perhaps.

But Shakespeare’s “fools” actually run deeper. In his plays, the fool has the ability to reflect, give logical and witty responses, and has the freedom to speak his mind, crossing the boundary between the social classes of the common people and the court.

“A fool thinks himself to be wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.”
– William Shakespeare, As You Like It


This angle of the statue shows “the other side” of the fool. He is carrying the fool persona on his finger, but his real face doesn’t resemble it at all. Is he having the last laugh? Who’s fooling who?

“O noble fool! A worthy fool!”
– William Shakespeare, As You Like It

So today, I pay tribute to all the fools who are able to pull it off 🙂


Dense (?)

What Face Do You Wear? A Mishmash of Shakespeare


“God has given you one face and you make yourselves another.”

Shakespeare wrote in Hamlet, after that famous soliloquy, “To be, or not to be?”

It is a tough question.

“All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players.”

He said in As You Like It, seemingly frustrated.

“Life … is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury.
Signifying nothing.”

His frustration level even higher in Macbeth.

But he doesn’t give up, and instead gathers courage.

“Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.”

In Julius Caesar. He admonishes.

The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars
But in ourselves.”

And so we go back to Hamlet for his final advice.

“This above all: to thine own self be true…
Thou canst not then be false to any man.”

So there we have it, a mishmash of Shakespeare, taken totally out of context.

But hopefully, as he said: “Though this be madness, yet there is method in’t.”

So, what Face do you wear? 🙂