William Shakespeare

Country United Kingdom
Born Sunday, 26 April 1564
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William Shakespeare (baptised 26 April 1564; died 23 April 1616) was an English poet and playwright, widely regarded as the greatest writer in the English language and the world's pre-eminent dramatist.
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That time of year thou may'st in me behold, When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,- Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. Uncategorized
Ruin has taught me to ruminate, That Time will come and take my love away. This thought is as a death, which cannot choose But weep to have that which it fears to lose. Uncategorized
Winter, which, being full of care, makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare. Uncategorized
When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword nor wars quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory. Uncategorized
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red... I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound. Uncategorized
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. Uncategorized
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. Uncategorized
Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments: love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds. Uncategorized
My reason, the physician to my love, angry that his prescriptions are not kept, hath left me. Uncategorized
I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, Who art as black as hell, as dark as night. Uncategorized
And ruin'd love when it is built anew, Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater. Uncategorized
My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming; I love not less, though less the show appear: That love is merchandised whose rich esteeming The owner's tongue doth publish every where Uncategorized
Sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds. Uncategorized
How much more doth beauty beauteous seem by that sweet ornament which truth doth give! Uncategorized
O fortune, fortune! All men call thee fickle. Uncategorized
Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art: Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote The unreasonable fury of a beast: Unseemly woman in a seeming man! Or ill-beseeming beast in seeming both! Uncategorized
When he shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine, that all the world will be in love with night, and pay no worship to the garish sun. Uncategorized
Was ever book containing such vile matter so fairly bound? O, that deceit should dwell in such a gorgeous palace! Uncategorized
If love be blind, it best agrees with night. Uncategorized
I would forget it fain; But, O, it presses to my memory, like damned guilty deeds to a sinners mind. Uncategorized