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. Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, Although she knows my days are past the best, Simply I credit her false speaking tongue: On both sides thus is simple truth suppress'd. But wherefore says she not she is unjust? And wherefore say not I that I am old? O, love's best habit is in seeming trust, And age Read more [...]
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound: I grant I never saw a goddess go, - My mistress, Read more [...]
The film Shakespeare in Love was directed by John Madden and wrote by Tom Stoppard and Marc Norman shows an imaginary episode of young Shakespeare’s life. The youngster has a plenty of adventures and he leads the life of an average artist: he does not have money, and – worst of all – does not have inspiration. At this hard moment, he meets with his woman of dreams. The film has many references to Shakespeare’s life and works. The main theme, used in the film is based on Romeo and Juliet. Read more [...]
The „Bard of Avon” was born on 23rd, April, 1564, in Stradford-upon-Avon. He is only 18 when he marries his wife, Anne Hathaway. At the time of the marriage, Anne is 26 years old. Their first child, Susanne is given birth in 1583. The twins, Judith and Hamneth are following her two years later. About a decade later he is already a succesive actor and playwright when he joins the Lord Chamberlain’s Men, an acting toruple, led by Richard Burbage, who played all the major roles of Shakespeares Read more [...]
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. To die—to sleep, No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there's the rub: For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When Read more [...]
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