William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

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  • Johncris (6/25/2018 10:51:00 AM)

    She is verry good

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  • James (6/24/2018 7:12:00 AM)

    Sonnet 18 rocks.so good and so cute

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  • James (6/24/2018 7:10:00 AM)

    William Shakespeare’s poetry can get a bit repetitive but it was very good and it was not that hard

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  • Jacket (6/24/2018 7:08:00 AM)

    It was not good as it was very boring and after the first few sentences it didn’t make any sense

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  • Truthbomb McGee (6/17/2018 6:18:00 PM)

    How is Shakespeare No.2? ? ? He isn't even primarily a poet like what? ? He makes OK poems and great plays but seriously No.2? ! ? ! ? ! That is stupid.

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  • Shivam jha (6/17/2018 12:03:00 AM)

    Very good but something is wrong

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  • Immmmmmmm (6/14/2018 8:12:00 AM)


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  • shiela lae (6/12/2018 8:55:00 AM)

    its realy amazing

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  • olivia (6/12/2018 8:44:00 AM)

    sonnet 18 is the best👍

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  • Skrr Skrr man 69 (6/11/2018 7:54:00 AM)

    william shakespeare can suck my ceesy

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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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