I shall despair. There is no creature loves me; An · William Shakespeare

God bless thee; and put meekness in thy mind, love

I shall despair. There is no creature loves me; And if I die no soul will pity me: And wherefore should they, since that I myself Find in myself no pity to myself?

Unrequited Love

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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.