A Rose You Can Pilfer From Bard Will

On satisfying beauty.

You can steal from other writers. William wrote a lot of stuff about love, and most of his words spat out sparks of stealable and hot-stuff material.

Steal it.

There’s a reason people still read Shakespeare; the words reform your internal structure.

Evil editors, in a loose and non-structured collaboration, have recalibrated the thrum of Will’s words, to remove much of the effective dosage.

Please, for science, compare these two pieces of writing (for science to work, you have to say them out loud):

What? in a names that which we call a Rose,
By any other word would smell as sweete,
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo cal’d,
Retaine that deare perfection which he owes,
Without that title Romeo, doffe thy name,
And for thy name which is no part of thee,
Take all my selfe.

Note that the above speech is two sentences; “What?” is one sentence, and the rest of the speech is the second sentence. That means the second sentence needs to be said on one breath.

And now this forensic monstrosity:

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 called,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
And for that name, which is no part of thee
Take all myself.

This speech has been broken, tamed, and turned into four sentences of moderate length. The spars of sound have been removed. The words are deprived of their deliberately rollicking slaps.

Go to the first folio, and feast on the low-hanging fruit proffered by Bard Will.

Your novel will thank you later.