As the final moldering place of many a dead poet, it's only fitting that Westminster Abbey's tourist brochures and information panels should feature some beautiful (accidental?) poetry — I love this small caption alerting visitors to the images depicted on the Abbey's retable:
Christ holds a globe showing fishermen, the land with a big bird walking, animals and trees. A bird flies upwards and a sky with a gold crescent amongst the clouds is visible. There are red stars just before the blue sky turns dark.

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Happy 434th birthday, Willy Shakespeare! If the man were around today, Sonnet 110 might look very different:
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