William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

Comments about William Shakespeare

  • Rookie - 330 Points Subbaraman N V (12/29/2011 2:47:00 AM)

    He is a great legend! It is a sin to compare him with others!
    N V Subbaraman

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  • Rookie - 330 Points Subbaraman N V (12/29/2011 2:47:00 AM)

    He is a great legend! It is a sin to compare him with others!
    N V Subbaraman

  • Rookie - 330 Points Subbaraman N V (12/29/2011 2:46:00 AM)

    He is a great legend! It is a sin to compare him with others!
    N V Subbaraman

  • Rookie Dakota Majore (10/24/2011 10:01:00 AM)

    He Is Old But Amazing R.I.P

  • Rookie Seun Bewaji (9/2/2011 7:06:00 AM)

    Shakes is 'Baba' of poets forever. RIP

  • Rookie Najibullah Amiri (8/12/2011 4:18:00 AM)

    helo all my friends do u know during of my childhood i have heared the name of great shakespeare when i was afghanistan...i am from afghanistan

  • Rookie Isabella Fortunato (5/29/2010 3:01:00 PM)

    My favorite writer ever. Both his poem and plays are fantastic. A true genious.
    R.I.P William Shakespeare<3

  • Rookie - 4 Points Chukwuma Ndububa (5/6/2010 2:41:00 PM)

    R.I.P Sir William,
    My Role-model.
    I am just wordless.

  • Rookie - 214 Points p.a. noushad (4/13/2010 12:56:00 AM)

    your verses give me depth of insight about life.

  • Rookie Terence George Craddock (1/25/2010 9:39:00 AM)

    P.S What my colleague Orran Ainmire forgot to say to Whitt Bell, to state the obvious, is that Romeo and Juliet is a play not a book. Shakespeare's plays and poems, those that are extant, sadly many are not, were written into books later. His genius was not just the written word and his wondrous gift to English Literature but also his exceptional insight into psychological profiles, human character and he human mind. To grasp none of this is indeed a tragedy. When work was graded for whom did the bell toll.

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 Lxvi

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
As, to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
And guilded honour shamefully misplaced,
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
And right perfection wrongfully disgraced,
And strength by limping sway disabled,
And art made tongue-tied by authority,

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