This for darling Will--

Happy Shakespeare's birthday, traditionally speaking, & an extra special year because he turns 444 years old! Which is pretty cool.
I won't write a whole long post on this--mostly because it's almost time for class, & partly because it's fairly obvious how much I adore it all. So instead I'll just give you my favorite sonnet, 29:

When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf Heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featur'd like him, like him with friends possess'd,
Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least:
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee,--and then my state
(Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings'.