Resting Place Worthy Of The Bard

During our recent British vacation, my wife and I visited Stratford-on-Avon and spent time rediscovering the town’s many associations with the poet and playwright, William Shakespeare. Below is a photograph detailing the magnificent chancel of Stratford’s Church of the Holy Trinity, with it’s superb stained glass windows.

The Bard’s final resting place is just below the alter (somewhat obscured by the woman with the red bag). Shakespeare’s wife, Ann Hathaway, and other family members are buried alongside him.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an ever fixèd mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand’ring barque,
Whose worth’s unknown although his height be taken.
Love’s not time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

Sonnet 116

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4 Replies to “Resting Place Worthy Of The Bard”

  1. I hate to admit it, but in all my years in the UK, I never did visit Stratford, RJ. I always saw it as a tourist trap for rich Yanks,
    😉 …… but I do regret never having been there now.

    I took the husband up to the Lake District, William Wordsworth country, and, of course to beautiful York, during the time he was in England with me, but Stratford seemed a little out of our way, marooned as we were, up on the north-east coast.

    I hope Mrs. RJ was duly impressed. 🙂

  2. We have a reconstruction of Anne Hathaway’s cottage nearby that is so peaceful, one has the thought, “How could anyone fail to create wonderfully here?”

    I think one of the things i love best about the Bard was his ability to just make up words if he didn’t find any that suited him. Who says the english language is dead?

    Thank you for sharing.

  3. Twilight – Stratford is a bit out-the-way for you Yorkies. I have to admit myself that while I spent many years in the English Midlands and passed through Stratford frequently, this was the first time I had really explored it in detail. I found it most enjoyable, and Mrs RJ was, indeed, impressed.

    Anan – lucky you, having a genuine Ann Hathaway replica so near! Old Will was undoubtedly a genius with words, and the English language is certainly not dead:

    I 2 am 4 gud english. thnx & ttfn.

    (Hark! Methinks I hear the Bard doth turn in his grave.)

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