fflo | This may be Shakespeare's 450th birthday.

Facebook made no mention of it to me. I just noticed the date, setting a reminder to myself to move my car in 2 hours. Of course they were all over maybe-his dictionary the other day, so maybe that's that.

Personally I kind of like the idea of a ghost writer having come up with much or all of his stuff. Just cuz. It's another good story.

Just now this one pops out for me, in a glare, to share:

Birthday Boy SONNET 36

Let me confess that we two must be twain,
Although our undivided loves are one:
So shall those blots that do with me remain
Without thy help by me be borne alone.
In our two loves there is but one respect,
Though in our lives a separable spite,
Which though it alter not love's sole effect,
Yet doth it steal sweet hours from love's delight.
I may not evermore acknowledge thee,
Lest my bewailed guilt should do thee shame,
Nor thou with public kindness honour me,
Unless thou take that honour from thy name:
But do not so; I love thee in such sort
As, thou being mine, mine is thy good report.