art inspired by shakespeare

“On the most part, the Elizabethan Sonnet is a tool to hide an absolute lack of talent.”

Hmmm… Interesting.

Maybe you’re so self-conscious about your art, that you have to tear down other people’s attempt to express themselves. You know, just a thought.

And I will never kiss thy lips
since all these stories
they are true
I am fortune’s fool
it is all for you

For never has a story left a deeper scar
than this of adoring thou from afar.

—  // star-crossed lovers

Ophelia by John William Waterhouse (1894)

“There is a willow grows aslant a brook,
That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream;
There with fantastic garlands did she come
Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples
That liberal shepherds give a grosser name,
But our cold maids do dead men’s fingers call them:
There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds
Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke;
When down her weedy trophies and herself
Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide;
And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up:
Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes;
As one incapable of her own distress,
Or like a creature native and indued
Unto that element: but long it could not be
Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,
Pull’d the poor wretch from her melodious lay
To muddy death.”

Hamlet (Act V, scene vii, 161-183)

Romeo and Juliet by Frank Dicksee (1884)

“‘Tis but thy name that is my enemy:

 Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.

What’s Montague? It is nor hand nor foot,

Nor arm nor face, nor any other part

Belonging to a man. O be some other name!

What’s in a name? That which we call a rose

By any other word would smell as sweet;

So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call’d,

Retain that dear perfection which he owes

Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,

and for thy name, which is no part of thee,

Take all myself.”

Romeo and Juliet (2.2.33-49)