William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

Comments about William Shakespeare

  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (12/10/2015 11:23:00 AM)

    'No legacy is so rich as honesty. '
    (All's Well that Ends Well, Act 3, Scene 5)

    'Nessuna eredità è cosi' ricca come l'onesta.'

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  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (12/10/2015 11:19:00 AM)

    'Cowards die many times
    before their deaths;
    The valiant never taste
    of death but once.'
    ('Julius Caesar', II,4)


    ''I codardi muoiono molte
    volte prima delle loro morti;
    il valoroso assaggia la
    morte solo una volta.''

  • Emeka Ajih Emeka Ajih (11/29/2015 8:45:00 AM)

    He is a True Great

  • Emeka Ajih Emeka Ajih (11/29/2015 8:45:00 AM)

    He is a True Great

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

    i believe william shakespear is the best poet and dramatist.

  • Anton K Anton K (11/5/2015 3:03:00 PM)

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

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

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

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

    Most favourite

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

    Great poet

  • James Shakespeare (7/3/2015 8:20:00 AM)

    i like fish annd chips

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 Lxxvii

Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,
Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste;
The vacant leaves thy mind's imprint will bear,
And of this book this learning mayst thou taste.
The wrinkles which thy glass will truly show
Of mouthed graves will give thee memory;
Thou by thy dial's shady stealth mayst know
Time's thievish progress to eternity.
Look, what thy memory can not contain

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