William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

Comments about William Shakespeare

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

    Great poet

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

    i like fish annd chips

  • Rookie - 183 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 - 1,725 Points p.a. noushad (5/20/2015 5:58:00 PM)

    dear, i cannot forget your verses from my heart.

  • Rookie Artist Nahid (5/17/2015 1:58:00 PM)

    युंहि जझ्बात मुकम्मल नहि होते कातिल... अशियां-ऐ-जनाझा पाना आसां नहि यहां.... Artist 🎨

  • Veteran Poet - 1,725 Points p.a. noushad (5/8/2015 12:35:00 PM)

    Dear, I like your flowery verses very much.

  • Rookie - 25 Points Leonard Ace ''akie'' Almalvez (5/4/2015 12:02:00 AM)

    My favorite author ever, and my inspiration

  • Rookie - 8 Points Safuwan Safuwan (5/3/2015 12:00:00 PM)

    nat niceeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

  • Veteran Poet - 1,725 Points p.a. noushad (3/23/2015 2:26:00 AM)

    nice, your verses inspire me dear.

  • Rookie Navneet Singh (2/7/2015 6:02:00 PM)

    Please can you help me to make a poem on 10 words pleasee..... Astronmy, rotation, revolution, geocentric, heliocentric, parallax, orbit, galaxy, asteriod, and collision please can you help me

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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