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William shakespeare
But just his rivals to displease
Greene called him upstart crow
And reading him, even Marlowe
26.10.2006
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He penned plays in verse with great easeBut just his rivals to displease
Greene called him upstart crow
And reading him, even Marlowe
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Shakespeare
Look at what thou have done now
Thou have become a market’s tool
Too much displease of thou
17.04.2006
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Mitchell Thompson
Shakespeare, you damn foolLook at what thou have done now
Thou have become a market’s tool
Too much displease of thou
Famous Poets: William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare was born on April 26, 1564 in the town of Stratford-upon-Avon, England to Mary Arden and John Shakespeare. Historical evidence strongly suggests John Shakespeare could not read or write.
Will was the third of eight children and received a free boyhood education because of his father's position as alderman.
24.02.2005
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Born: April 26, 1564 // Died: April 23, 1616William Shakespeare was born on April 26, 1564 in the town of Stratford-upon-Avon, England to Mary Arden and John Shakespeare. Historical evidence strongly suggests John Shakespeare could not read or write.Will was the third of eight children and received a free boyhood education because of his father's position as alderman.
Sonnet CLIV by William Shakespeare
Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand,
Whilst many nymphs that vow'd chaste life to keep
Came tripping by; but in her maiden hand
11.02.2005
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The little Love-god lying once asleep,Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand,
Whilst many nymphs that vow'd chaste life to keep
Came tripping by; but in her maiden hand
Sonnet CLIII by William Shakespeare
A maid of Dian's this advantage found,
And his love-kindling fire did quickly steep
In a cold valley-fountain of that ground;
11.02.2005
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Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep:A maid of Dian's this advantage found,
And his love-kindling fire did quickly steep
In a cold valley-fountain of that ground;
Sonnet CLII by William Shakespeare
But thou art twice forsworn, to me love swearing;
In act thy bed-vow broke, and new faith torn,
In vowing new hate after new love bearing:
11.02.2005
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In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn,But thou art twice forsworn, to me love swearing;
In act thy bed-vow broke, and new faith torn,
In vowing new hate after new love bearing:
Sonnet CLI by William Shakespeare
Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?
Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,
Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove:
11.02.2005
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Love is too young to know what conscience is, Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?
Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,
Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove:
Sonnet CL by William Shakespeare
With insufficiency my heart to sway?
To make me give the lie to my true sight,
And swear that brightness doth not grace the day?
11.02.2005
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O! from what power hast thou this powerful might,With insufficiency my heart to sway?
To make me give the lie to my true sight,
And swear that brightness doth not grace the day?
Sonnet CXLIX by William Shakespeare
When I against myself with thee partake?
Do I not think on thee, when I forgot
Am of my self, all tyrant, for thy sake?
11.02.2005
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Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not,When I against myself with thee partake?
Do I not think on thee, when I forgot
Am of my self, all tyrant, for thy sake?
Sonnet CXLVII by William Shakespeare
For that which longer nurseth the disease;
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
The uncertain sickly appetite to please.
11.02.2005
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My love is as a fever longing still,For that which longer nurseth the disease;
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
The uncertain sickly appetite to please.
Sonnet CXLVIII by William Shakespeare
Which have no correspondence with true sight;
Or, if they have, where is my judgment fled,
That censures falsely what they see aright?
11.02.2005
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O me! what eyes hath Love put in my head,Which have no correspondence with true sight;
Or, if they have, where is my judgment fled,
That censures falsely what they see aright?
Sonnet CXLVI by William Shakespeare
My sinful earth these rebel powers array,
Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth,
Painting thy outward walls so costly gay?
11.02.2005
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Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, My sinful earth these rebel powers array,
Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth,
Painting thy outward walls so costly gay?
Sonnet CXLV by William Shakespeare
Breathed forth the sound that said 'I hate',
To me that languish'd for her sake:
But when she saw my woeful state,
11.02.2005
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Those lips that Love's own hand did make,Breathed forth the sound that said 'I hate',
To me that languish'd for her sake:
But when she saw my woeful state,
Sonnet CXLIV by William Shakespeare
Which like two spirits do suggest me still:
The better angel is a man right fair,
The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill.
11.02.2005
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Two loves I have of comfort and despair,Which like two spirits do suggest me still:
The better angel is a man right fair,
The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill.
Sonnet CXLII by William Shakespeare
Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving:
O! but with mine compare thou thine own state,
And thou shalt find it merits not reproving;
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Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate,Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving:
O! but with mine compare thou thine own state,
And thou shalt find it merits not reproving;
Sonnet CXLI by William Shakespeare
For they in thee a thousand errors note;
But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise,
Who, in despite of view, is pleased to dote.
11.02.2005
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In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes, For they in thee a thousand errors note;
But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise,
Who, in despite of view, is pleased to dote.
Sonnet CXL by William Shakespeare
My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain;
Lest sorrow lend me words, and words express
The manner of my pity-wanting pain.
11.02.2005
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Be wise as thou art cruel; do not pressMy tongue-tied patience with too much disdain;
Lest sorrow lend me words, and words express
The manner of my pity-wanting pain.
Sonnet CXXXIX by William Shakespeare
That thy unkindness lays upon my heart;
Wound me not with thine eye, but with thy tongue:
Use power with power, and slay me not by art,
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O! call not me to justify the wrongThat thy unkindness lays upon my heart;
Wound me not with thine eye, but with thy tongue:
Use power with power, and slay me not by art,
Sonnet CXXXVIII by William Shakespeare
I do believe her though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutor'd youth,
Unlearned in the world's false subtleties.
11.02.2005
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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 untutor'd youth,
Unlearned in the world's false subtleties.
Sonnet CXXXVII by William Shakespeare
That they behold, and see not what they see?
They know what beauty is, see where it lies,
Yet what the best is take the worst to be.
11.02.2005
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Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes,That they behold, and see not what they see?
They know what beauty is, see where it lies,
Yet what the best is take the worst to be.
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