What is love, 'tis not hereafter,
Present mirth, hath present laughter:
What's to come, is still unsure.
In delay there lies no plenty,
Then come kiss me sweet and twenty:
Youth's a stuff will not endure.
~ Twelfth Night
Shakespeare's birthday today, but who knows what that guy really looked like. So here's a sketch of Ben Kingsley as Feste in Twelfth Night, which is probably my favorite film production of any of the plays. Sorry Kenneth Branagh.
