I have a very peculiar experience whenever I read Shakespeare after setting him aside for awhile: Shakespeare's English becomes hard for me to understand. However, if I start reading again and just proceed without apparent comprehension, everything eventually becomes clear. I love Hamlet for the philosophical issues raised ("Seems? Nay, it is. I know not 'seems'"), Henry V for the strength bestowed ("Proclaim it throughout this host that he that hath not courage to this fight, let him depart. His passport will be made ready and crowns for convey put in his purse. We would not die with such a man that fears his fellowship to die with us...And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, from this day to the ending of the world, but we in it shall be remembered. We few, we happy few, we band of brothers. For he that sheds his blood with me, today, shall be my brother. Be he ne'er so vile, this day will gentle his condition...") and Twelfth Night for the delicate yet potent language of Viola("Halloo your name to the reverberate hills and let the echoing spirit of the air cry out 'Olivia!' Oh you should not rest between elements of earth and air but you should pity me...my lady, you are the cruellest she alive if you will lead these graces to the grave and leave the world no copy"). I have always thought Viola as good as Romeo, poetically speaking. Ironically, she is probably about as masculine too lol!

The pages are very very thin, and you can't read it in bed.