William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

Comments about William Shakespeare

  • Rookie - 0 Points Emeka Ajih (11/29/2015 8:45:00 AM)

    He is a True Great

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  • Rookie - 0 Points Emeka Ajih (11/29/2015 8:45:00 AM)

    He is a True Great

  • Rookie mahmud muhammad (11/12/2015 3:42:00 AM)

    i believe william shakespear is the best poet and dramatist.

  • Freshman - 502 Points Anton K (11/5/2015 3:03:00 PM)

    Unbeatable. Unsurpassed. So human in spirit, so inhuman in skill.

  • Rookie rakesh vishwakarma (8/31/2015 7:31:00 AM)

    I have short information about this great poet. However, he is graetest.

  • Rookie Rafiqul Islam (8/9/2015 12:28:00 PM)

    Most favourite

  • Rookie sowmyasmeen nidabitha (7/15/2015 2:38:00 AM)

    Great poet

  • Rookie - 0 Points James Shakespeare (7/3/2015 8:20:00 AM)

    i like fish annd chips

  • Rookie - 228 Points Ashek Sarker (5/24/2015 7:52:00 AM)

    life is a tale,
    told by an idiot..
    full of sound and fury
    signifying Nothing

  • Veteran Poet - 1,928 Points p.a. noushad (5/20/2015 5:58:00 PM)

    dear, i cannot forget your verses from my heart.

Best Poem of William Shakespeare

All The World's A Stage

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in ...

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Sonnet Ci

O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends
For thy neglect of truth in beauty dyed?
Both truth and beauty on my love depends;
So dost thou too, and therein dignified.
Make answer, Muse: wilt thou not haply say
'Truth needs no colour, with his colour fix'd;
Beauty no pencil, beauty's truth to lay;
But best is best, if never intermix'd?'
Because he needs no praise, wilt thou be dumb?

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