Happy 447th Birthday,
William Shakespeare!
In honor of the Bard's birthday:
Sonnet 116
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
From Hamlet, Act I, Scene 3
"This above all-
to thine own self be true,
And it must follow,
as the night the day,
Thou canst not then
be false to any man.
Farewell..."
Yours truly,
The Litwit