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 fixÃ¨d 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.
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