Yesterday (it’s the 24th where I am, though WordPress doesn’t seem to know it) was William Shakespeare’s 450th birthday (ish)! Woo hoo! His actual birthdate is not entirely clear, but we do know he was christened on Apr 26th. So to celebrate, I’m asking you to leave a comment here containing or referring to your favorite Shakespearean poem or quote by Apr 26th. Anyone who comments will be entered in a drawing to win… something appropriately Shakespearean. My favorite play (or maybe yours), or a screen adaptation, or maybe a really nice picture. I haven’t decided yet. One entry per comment.
Here is a sonnet by Shakespeare.
When my love swears that she is made of truth,
I do believe her though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutored youth,
Unlearned in the world’s false subtleties.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although she knows my days are past the best,
Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue,
On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed.
But wherefore says she not she is unjust?
And wherefore say not I that I am old?
O love’s best habit is in seeming trust,
And age in love loves not to have years told.
Therefore, I lie with her, and she with me,
And in our faults by lies we flattered be.