On names and Italian restaurant patrons

While trying to convince a colleague to accept some paperwork without proposed changes, I quoted Shakespeare's famous line "What's in a name? that which we call a rose, By any other name would smell as sweet." She laughed and said that she would still have to have changes reflected.

This reminded me of a dinner at an Italian restaurant a few months ago where a patron from an adjacent party began reciting Sonnet 116 while we were waiting for our entrees. It was so random, yet so perfect. My dinner date and I applauded when he had finished. It is, after all, one of my favorites among his work.

Shakespeare's Sonnet 116
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.