By William Shakespeare 

Full many a glorious morning have I seen
Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye,
Kissing with golden face the meadows green,
Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;
Anon permit the basest clouds to ride
With ugly rack on his celestial face
And from the forlorn world his visage hide,
Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
Even so my sun one early morn did shine
With all-triumphant splendour on my brow;
But out, alack! he was but one hour mine;
The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now.
   Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth;
   Suns of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth.

From The Sonnets of William Shakespeare. 

23rd April 2016 is the 400th anniversary of William Shakespeare's death (and, on a brighter note, also his 452nd birthday) and there’s all sorts of Shakespearian fun and games taking place across the country to celebrate the Bard’s 400-year legacy.

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