After spending a semester across the pond, I've brought back an appreciation for many British things. One of those things, which I used to despise, is the language of England's National Poet. It being National Shakespeare Week this week, I figured now would be a great time to show my appreciation.

But how does one honor the man who had such a profound impact on English literature and the English language in general?

After much thinking, I figured that it would only be fitting to honor the British National Poet in the most American way possible; by taking a popular American song, sung by our most hated Canadian pop-star, and put it into the illustrious form of the English language which Shakespeare created.

Without further ado, I give you, "Love Yourself" by Justin Bieber, translated into Shakespearean dialect.

"For all the times that thee raineth on mine parade

And all the clubs art allowed into using mine name

Thee bethink thee hath broken mine heart, oh, wench for goodness' sake

Thee bethink lest I am crying on mine own. Well, I ain't

And I didn't wanteth to writeth a song

'Cause I didn't wanteth anyone thinking I still care. I don't,

But thee still hitteth mine phone up

And, baby, I beest movin' on

And methinks thee should beest somethin' I don't wanna hold back,

Maybe thee should knoweth that

Mine mama don't like thee and the lady likes everyone

And I nev'r like to admit that I wast wrong

And I hath been so caught up in mine job,

Didn't see what wast going on

But now I knoweth,

Lest I sleep better on mine own

'Cause if 't be true thee like the way thee behold so much

Oh, baby, thee should wend and love yourself

And if 't be true thee bethink that lest I still hold on to somethin'

Thee should wend and love yourself

And at which hour thee toldeth me that thee hated mine friends

The only problem wast with thee and not those folk

And every time thee toldeth me mine opinion wast wrong

And hath tried to maketh me forget whither I cameth from

And I didn't wanteth to writeth a song

'Cause I didn't wanteth anyone thinking I still care. I don't,

But thee still hitteth mine phone up

And, baby, I beest movin' on

And methinks thee should beest somethin' I don't wanna hold back,

Maybe thee should knoweth that

Mine mama don't like thee and the lady likes everyone

And I nev'r like to admit that I wast wrong

And I hath been so caught up in mine job,

Didn't see what wast going on

But now I knoweth,

Lest I sleep better on mine own

'Cause if 't be true thee like the way thee behold so much

Oh, baby, thee should wend and love yourself

For all the times that thee madeth me feeleth small

I hath fallen in love. Now I feeleth nothin' at all

And nev'r hath felt so base at which hour I wast vulnerable

Wast I a fool to alloweth thee breaketh down mine walls?

'Cause if 't be true thee like the way thee behold that much

Oh, baby, thee should wend and love yourself

And if 't be true thee bethink that lest I still hold on to somethin'

Thee should wend and love yourself

'Cause if 't be true thee like the way thee behold that much

Oh, baby, thee should wend and love yourself

And if 't be true thee bethink (thee bethink) that lest I (that lest I) still hold on (hold on) to somethin'

Thee should wend and love yourself"