TOMORROW is Shakespeare's birthday.

His 154 sonnets ponder the human condition, from love to mortality, with profundity, eloquence, and wit. Here is one of the supreme love poems (showing also the poet's justifiable ego!).

SONNET 18

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate.

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer's lease hath all too short a date.

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimmed,

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance or nature's changing course untrimmed;

By thy eternal summer shall not fade

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,

Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade

When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st.

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.