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A rose by any other name would smell as sweet" is a popular adage from William Shakespeare's play Romeo and Juliet, in which Juliet seems to argue that it does not matter that Romeo is from her family's rival house of Montague. The reference is used to state that the names of things do not affect what they really are.
Sonnet 54 is one of 154 sonnets published in 1609 by the English playwright and poet William Shakespeare.It is considered one of the Fair Youth sequence. This sonnet is a continuation of the theme of inner substance versus outward show by noting the distinction between roses and canker blooms; only roses can preserve their inner essence by being distilled into perfume.
"A rose is a rose is a rose" and its variants have been contrasted with Shakespeare's "A rose by any other name would smell as sweet." [3] The sentence was heavily promoted by Stein's life partner Alice B. Toklas; for example, she sold plates with the sentence going all the way around.
A Rose by Any Other Name may refer to: "A rose by any other name would smell as sweet", a quotation from the play Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare; A Rose by Any Other Name, an album by the country music artist Ronnie Milsap; A Rose, By Any Other Name, a music project of Josh Scogin; Rose by Any Other Name..., a modern romantic comedy film
The Chandos portrait, believed to be Shakespeare, held in the National Portrait Gallery, London. The following outline is provided as an overview of and topical guide to the life and legacy of William Shakespeare, an English poet, playwright, and actor who lived during the 17th century.
This category is for English phrases which were invented by Shakespeare, and older phrases which were notably used in his works. The main article for this category is William Shakespeare . Pages in category "Shakespearean phrases"
This new release is like a red rose bouquet in teddy bear form, featuring textured fur reminiscent of the flower. It has a shiny golden nose and mouth, brown eyes and velvety-soft paw pads ...
Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer’s story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew: Nor did I wonder at the lily’s white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose; They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all ...