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Will Shakespeare, therapist

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If all your world's a stage, my dear,

Contrived words in scripted scenes

Voice and thought directed, my dear

Exit stage left, and follow your dreams

 

The lady doth protest, my dear

Maybe an unworthy cause

There before you, your future, my dear

Dominate your life, without pause

 

If music be your food, my dear

Allow lover's tunes to play

Object to pizzicato, my dear

Grasp the bow and sashay away

 

A Rose by any name, my dear

A joy, softly sweet perfumed

Beware those dagger'd thorns, my dear

You’ll be unbled, your life consumed

 

What glisters is not gold, my dear

False-loving smiles are uninvited

Behind closed doors, the truth, my dear,

Harsh words spoke, your essence blighted

 

A man can die but once, my dear

A woman shrinks at every jibe

Hitch up your skirt and flee, my dear

Away on the fast-ebbing tide

 

There are many more things, my dear

in heaven and earth, to witness.

Uniquely you, yourself, my dear

Find love, not its antithesis

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◄ Shakespeare 460. A summary.

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Russell Jacklin

Thu 25th Jan 2024 18:33

Agree, thank you

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M.C. Newberry

Thu 25th Jan 2024 12:48

It's amazing just how relevant Shakespeare's genius has
remained to the human condition over the centuries, richly
deserving of its fame. We read his words and it is as if time
has stood still and we are in his company. Perhaps only Oscar
Wilde has come close to his mastery of his craft, albeit in a
specialised barbed sort of way of observing and commenting
on human behaviour.

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