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William Shakespeare, baptised 26 April 1564, + 23 April 1616

In the  All Stars Olympus of PAROL William Shakespeare is without any doubt the heavyweight.  What can you say about Shakespeare without selling coal to Newcastle? Nevertheless, the inveterate hommes à femmes and ladykillers will find good advice in Cole Porter´s song “Brush up your Shakespeare”; that´s old school but the women you will wow; more sober minds will like to read the homage of our greatest German poet Johann Wolfgang von Goethe which he released 1813 in the Morgenblatt für gebildete Stände (morning paper for the sophisticated classes)

Shakespeare and no End!

I guess there will never be an end, from this source we will draw from here to eternity. We don´t know if there is an English translation of this essay. It doesn´t contain the last research results or interpretations in the modern or postmodern spirit, but is still – it seems to me – state of the art.

PAROL payed homage to William Shakespeare with a scarf, you can buy in the online shop either made of finely combed cotton or cashmere and merino wool.

Knitted into the scarf are three lines out of the wonderful swinging ditty from “As you like it”

It was Lover and his Lass.

IT was a lover and his lass,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
That o’er the green corn-field did pass,
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.

Between the acres of the rye,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
These pretty country folks would lie,
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.

This carol they began that hour,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
How that life was but a flower
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.

And, therefore, take the present time
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
For love is crownèd with the prime
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.

An interpretation of the New Swingle Singers

If you like to share your enthusiasm with other afficionades, you should become a member of the Shakespeare Society

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