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5 feb 2023 · William Shakespeare, regarded as the foremost dramatist of his time, wrote more than thirty plays and more than one hundred sonnets, all written in the form of three quatrains and a couplet that is now recognized as Shakespearean.
Little is known about Shakespeare’s life. Existing records give tantalising glimpses: he was born in 1564, the eldest son of an illiterate but locally prominent Stratford glover, married (at eighteen) the twenty-six-year-old Anne Hathaway, had three children of whom one, Hamnet, died at the age of eleven, and was an actor, poet and playwright.
By William Shakespeare. To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold. Have from the forests shook three summers’ pride, Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turned. In process of the seasons have I seen,
By William Shakespeare. Even as the sun with purple-colour’d face. Had ta’en his last leave of the weeping morn, Rose-cheek’d Adonis tried him to the chase; Hunting he lov’d, but love he laugh’d to scorn; Sick-thoughted Venus makes amain unto him, And like a bold-fac’d suitor ‘gins to woo him.
Speech: “To be, or not to be, that is the question”. By William Shakespeare. (from Hamlet, spoken by Hamlet) To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer. The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles. And by opposing end them.
‘Carpe Diem’ by William Shakespeare is a two-stanza section of the much longer play, Twelfth Night. The two stanzas are six lines each, making them sestets. The poet chose to use a rhyme scheme of AABCCB in both stanzas, something that’s unusual for Shakespeare’s verse and certainly makes these lines stand out from those around them in ...
Sonnet 138: When my love swears that she is made of truth. By William Shakespeare. When my love swears that she is made of truth, I do believe her, though I know she lies, That she might think me some untutored youth, Unlearnèd in the world’s false subtleties. Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
