Who Will Be Great - Iii

And final who can forget this world’s greatest writer, The Bard, who made up huge chunks of our language, the most recognized scribe, by far, was dismissed as just an upstart back when he was writing his plays, mere iambic entertainment, nothing with the power to stay. Despite Shakespeare’s theater success, it was by many people said that his was fodder for the peasants, not the poetry of the learned. It seems Bill bought into this rot, and never published his own plays, didn’t think it worth the trouble to try and sell them in his day. It was only a group of his friends, after Bill was put in the ground, who published that first folio so all his tales could be passed down. Imagine there’s no Romeo, no Hamlet and no MacBeth, that’s very near happened when William Shakespeare met his death. How would literature have gone if none of his great works survived? Our very words would be different with no Shakespeare in our lives. Goes to show how little we know, and how chance almost seems like fate, when even the very best of us cannot realize that they’re great.