Chaste as the icicle That’s curdied by the frost f · William Shakespeare

The beast With many heads butts me away.

Chaste as the icicle That’s curdied by the frost from purest snow, And hangs on Dian’s temple.

Beauty

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William Shakespeare

1564-04-23 — 1616-04-23 · Stratford-upon-Avon

William Shakespeare is widely regarded as the greatest writer in the English language and the world's pre-eminent dramatist. His vast body of work, including tragedies, comedies, histories, and sonnets, explores the complexities of human nature with unparalleled depth and linguistic richness. His plays continue to be performed and studied globally, making him a timeless figure in literature and theatre.