Thanks, dear Isabel.
Take, O, take those lips away,
That so sweetly were forsworn;
And those eyes, the break of day,
Lights that do mislead the morn:
But my kisses bring again, bring again;
Seals of love, but sealed in vain, sealed in vain.
–“Measure For Measure,” Act 4, Scene 1
As today is the Bard’s 445th birthday, an announcement:
Come see it. It’s gonna be cool.