William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

Comments about William Shakespeare

  • Rookie - 317 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 - 317 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 - 317 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 Faeo Lyre Clive (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.

Sonnet CVIII

What's in the brain that ink may character
Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit?
What's new to speak, what new to register,
That may express my love or thy dear merit?
Nothing, sweet boy; but yet, like prayers divine,
I must, each day say o'er the very same,
Counting no old thing old, thou mine, I thine,
Even as when first I hallow'd thy fair name.
So that eternal love in love's fresh case

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