William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare

1564–1616 · lived 52 years GB GB

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.

n. 1564-04-23, Stratford-upon-Avon · m. 1616-04-23, Stratford-upon-Avon

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Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? (Sonnet 18)

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? (Sonnet 18)

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to Time thou grow'st.


So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
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Bio

Identification and basic context

William Shakespeare is the most celebrated playwright and poet in the English language. He is often referred to by his pseudonyms, though none were widely adopted during his lifetime. He was born and died in Stratford-upon-Avon, England. His father was a glover and alderman, placing him in a respectable social standing within the town. Shakespeare was an English national and wrote exclusively in English.

Childhood and education

Details of Shakespeare's childhood are scarce, but it is generally assumed he attended the Stratford grammar school, where he would have received a solid grounding in Latin and classical literature. This formal education, supplemented by his keen observation of life and his prodigious reading, laid the foundation for his literary genius. He did not pursue higher education at university.

Literary trajectory

Shakespeare began his career in London in the late 1580s or early 1590s, likely as an actor and adapter of plays before establishing himself as a playwright. His career spanned roughly two decades, during which he wrote approximately 39 plays, 154 sonnets, and several longer poems. His work evolved over time, moving from early comedies and historical plays to his great tragedies and later romances. He was a key member of the acting company the Lord Chamberlain's Men (later the King's Men) and a shareholder in the Globe Theatre.

Works, style, and literary characteristics

Shakespeare's major works encompass tragedies ('Hamlet', 'Othello', 'King Lear', 'Macbeth', 'Romeo and Juliet'), comedies ('A Midsummer Night's Dream', 'Twelfth Night', 'As You Like It'), history plays ('Richard III', 'Henry V'), and his sonnets. His dominant themes are universal and enduring: love, death, ambition, jealousy, revenge, fate, appearance versus reality, and the nature of power. He masterfully employed various forms, including blank verse (iambic pentameter) and rhyming couplets, experimenting with structure and pacing. His poetic devices are legendary, utilizing metaphor, simile, personification, and wordplay with extraordinary skill to create rich imagery and profound meaning. His tone varies dramatically, from the profound despair of tragedy to the lighthearted wit of comedy. His poetic voice is multifaceted, capable of capturing the inner lives of kings, commoners, lovers, and fools. His language is renowned for its richness, inventiveness, and rhetorical power, coining countless words and phrases that have entered common usage.

Cultural and historical context

Shakespeare lived during the Elizabethan and Jacobean eras, a period of significant cultural, political, and economic change in England. His plays reflect the political machinations of the court, the exploration of new territories, and the prevailing religious and social anxieties of the time. He was part of a vibrant London theatre scene, interacting with contemporaries like Christopher Marlowe and Ben Jonson. His work engages with Renaissance humanism, the concept of divine right of kings, and evolving ideas about psychology and human nature.

Personal life

While much of Shakespeare's personal life remains private, he married Anne Hathaway and had three children: Susanna, and twins Hamnet and Judith. The death of his son Hamnet at a young age is speculated to have influenced themes in plays like 'Hamlet'. His friendships within the theatre world were crucial to his career. He maintained strong ties to his hometown of Stratford-upon-Avon, where he eventually retired and purchased property. His religious beliefs are a subject of scholarly debate, but his works often engage with Christian morality and theology.

Recognition and reception

Shakespeare achieved considerable fame and financial success during his lifetime, though perhaps not the same level of academic reverence as he enjoys today. His plays were popular with audiences across social classes. Posthumously, his reputation grew exponentially, and he came to be recognized as the pre-eminent figure in English literature. His works are continuously performed, studied, and celebrated worldwide, solidifying his place in the global literary canon.

Influences and legacy

Shakespeare drew inspiration from classical Roman and Greek literature (Plutarch, Ovid, Seneca), medieval morality plays, and earlier English chronicles and romances. His influence on subsequent literature, theatre, and language is immeasurable. He has inspired countless playwrights, poets, novelists, and artists across centuries and cultures. His works have been translated into virtually every major language and continue to be a cornerstone of literary education and theatrical production. His inventive use of language has permanently enriched the English lexicon.

Interpretation and critical analysis

Shakespeare's plays have been subjected to endless critical interpretation, exploring themes of political power, social justice, gender roles, psychology, and existentialism. Scholars and critics continue to debate character motivations, historical accuracy, and the philosophical underpinnings of his works. His texts are constantly re-examined through new critical lenses, including feminist, post-colonial, and psychoanalytic approaches.

Curiosities and lesser-known aspects

Shakespeare's handwriting is notoriously difficult to decipher, with only a few authenticated signatures surviving. His acting career is less documented than his playwriting. The authorship question, suggesting someone else wrote the plays attributed to him, persists despite overwhelming scholarly consensus supporting Shakespeare of Stratford. His knowledge of legal matters and Italian settings in his plays has also been a subject of curiosity.

Death and memory

William Shakespeare died on April 23, 1616, in Stratford-upon-Avon. He was buried in the chancel of Holy Trinity Church. His will famously leaves his 'second-best bed' to his wife. His enduring memory is primarily preserved through the continuous performance and study of his plays and poems, the preservation of his birthplace and home, and his monumental impact on the English language and global culture.

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Sonnet 76: Why is my verse so barren of new pride?

Sonnet 76: Why is my verse so barren of new pride?

Why is my verse so barren of new pride?

So far from variation or quick change?

Why with the time do I not glance aside

To new-found methods, and to compounds strange?

Why write I still all one, ever the same,

And keep invention in a noted weed,

That every word doth almost tell my name,

Showing their birth and where they did proceed?

O, know, sweet love, I always write of you,

And you and love are still my argument;

So all my best is dressing old words new,

Spending again what is already spent.
For as the sun is daily new and old,
So is my love still telling what is told.
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Sonnet 73:

Sonnet 73:

That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.


In me thou see'st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.


In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed whereon it must expire,
Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd by.


This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
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Sonnet 74: But be contented when that fell arrest

Sonnet 74: But be contented when that fell arrest

But be contented when that fell arrest
Without all bail shall carry me away;
My life hath in this line some interest,
Which for memorial still with thee shall stay.
When thou reviewest this, thou dost review
The very part was consecrate to thee,
The earth can have but earth, which is his due;
My spirit is thine the better part of me.
So then thou hast but lost the dregs of life,
The prey of worms, my body being dead,
The coward conquest of a wretch's knife,
Too base of thee to be rememberèd,


The worth of that is that which it contains,
And that is this, and this with thee remains.
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Sonnet 71: No longer mourn for me when I am dead

Sonnet 71: No longer mourn for me when I am dead

No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell.
Nay if you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it, for I love you so
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
O, if, I say, you look upon this verse,
When I perhaps compounded am with clay,
Do not so much as my poor name rehearse,
But let your love even with my life decay,


Lest the wise world should look into your moan
And mock you with me after I am gone.
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Sonnet 70:That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect…

Sonnet 70:That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect…

That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect,
For slander's mark was ever yet the fair,
The ornament of beauty is suspect,
A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air.
So thou be good, slander doth but approve,
Thy worth the greater being wooed of time,
For canker vice the sweetest buds doth love,
And thou present'st a pure unstained prime.
Thou hast passed by the ambush of young days,
Either not assailed, or victor being charged,
Yet this thy praise cannot be so thy praise,
To tie up envy, evermore enlarged,
If some suspect of ill masked not thy show,
Then thou alone kingdoms of hearts shouldst owe.
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Sonnet 69: Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view

Sonnet 69: Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view

Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view

Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend;

All tongues, the voice of souls, give thee that due,

Utt'ring bare truth, even so as foes commend.

Thy outward thus with outward praise is crowned,

But those same tongues that give thee so thine own

In other accents do this praise confound

By seeing farther than the eye hath shown.

They look into the beauty of thy mind,

And that, in guess, they measure by thy deeds;

Then churls their thoughts, although their eyes were kind,

To thy fair flower add the rank smell of weeds.
But why thy odour matcheth not thy show,
The soil is this, that thou dost common grow.
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Sonnet 7: Lo, in the orient when the gracious light

Sonnet 7: Lo, in the orient when the gracious light

Lo, in the orient when the gracious light
Lifts up his burning head, each under eye
Doth homage to his new-appearing sight,
Serving with looks his sacred majesty;
And having climbed the steep-up heavenly hill,
Resembling strong youth in his middle age,
Yet mortal looks adore his beauty still,
Attending on his golden pilgrimage;
But when from highmost pitch, with weary car,
Like feeble age, he reeleth from the day,
The eyes, 'fore duteous, now converted are
From his low tract and look another way.


So thou, thyself outgoing in thy noon,
Unlooked on diest, unless thou get a son.
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Sonnet 66: Tired with all these, for restful death I cry

Sonnet 66: Tired with all these, for restful death I cry

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,

As to behold desert a beggar born,

And needy nothing trimmed in jollity,

And purest faith unhappily forsworn,

And gilded honour shamefully misplaced,

And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,

And right perfection wrongfully disgraced,

And strength by limping sway disablèd

And art made tongue-tied by authority,

And folly doctor-like controlling skill,

And simple truth miscalled simplicity,

And captive good attending captain ill.
Tired with all these, from these would I be gone,
Save that to die, I leave my love alone.
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Sonnet 64: When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced

Sonnet 64: When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced

When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced
The rich-proud cost of outworn buried age;
When sometime lofty towers I see down-razed
And brass eternal slave to mortal rage;
When I have seen the hungry ocean gain
Advantage on the kingdom of the shore,
And the firm soil win of the watery main,
Increasing store with loss, and loss with store;
When I have seen such interchange of state,
Or state it self confounded to decay,
Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate
That Time will come and take my love away.


This thought is as a death which cannot choose
But weep to have that which it fears to lose.
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Sonnet 62: Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye

Sonnet 62: Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye

Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye,
And all my soul, and all my every part;
And for this sin there is no remedy,
It is so grounded inward in my heart.
Methinks no face so gracious is as mine,
No shape so true, no truth of such account;
And for my self mine own worth do define,
As I all other in all worths surmount.
But when my glass shows me myself indeed
Beated and chapped with tanned antiquity,
Mine own self-love quite contrary I read;
Self so self-loving were iniquity.


'Tis thee, myself, that for my self I praise,
Painting my age with beauty of thy days.
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