We celebrated multiple family birthdays with my inlaws and hubby's family tonight. While serving up the cake, dear daughter reminded us that it was Wm. Shakespeare's birthday, as well. He was born on this date, in 1564.
In honor of Shakespeare, I'll share one of my favorite sonnets, # 116
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
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-fixèd mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'ring bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his heighth 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.
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