Here's an oldie but goodie, Sonnet 18:
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Also, Happy Birthday to my brother, too!
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At rehearsal of Antony and Cleopatra last night, I noted to some of my fellow actors that it was Shakespeare's 444th birthday. The Artistic Director, however, ignores the date -- he thinks the Earl Oxford was Shakespeare.
That should read "the Earl of Oxford..."
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