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.

Poems

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Sonnet CXXXIX

Sonnet CXXXIX

O, call not me to justify the wrong
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.
Tell me thou lovest elsewhere, but in my sight,
Dear heart, forbear to glance thine eye aside:
What need'st thou wound with cunning when thy might
Is more than my o'er-press'd defense can bide?
Let me excuse thee: ah! my love well knows
Her pretty looks have been mine enemies,
And therefore from my face she turns my foes,
That they elsewhere might dart their injuries:
Yet do not so; but since I am near slain,
Kill me outright with looks and rid my pain.
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Sonnet CXXXI

Sonnet CXXXI

Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art,
As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel;
For well thou know'st to my dear doting heart
Thou art the fairest and most precious jewel.
Yet, in good faith, some say that thee behold
Thy face hath not the power to make love groan:
To say they err I dare not be so bold,
Although I swear it to myself alone.
And, to be sure that is not false I swear,
A thousand groans, but thinking on thy face,
One on another's neck, do witness bear
Thy black is fairest in my judgment's place.
In nothing art thou black save in thy deeds,
And thence this slander, as I think, proceeds.
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Sonnet CXXXIII

Sonnet CXXXIII

Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan
For that deep wound it gives my friend and me!
Is't not enough to torture me alone,
But slave to slavery my sweet'st friend must be?
Me from myself thy cruel eye hath taken,
And my next self thou harder hast engross'd:
Of him, myself, and thee, I am forsaken;
A torment thrice threefold thus to be cross'd.
Prison my heart in thy steel bosom's ward,
But then my friend's heart let my poor heart bail;
Whoe'er keeps me, let my heart be his guard;
Thou canst not then use rigor in my gaol:
And yet thou wilt; for I, being pent in thee,
Perforce am thine, and all that is in me.
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Sonnet CXXX

Sonnet CXXX

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 damask'd, 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, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
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Sonnet CXXVI

Sonnet CXXVI

O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power
Dost hold Time's fickle glass, his sickle, hour;
Who hast by waning grown, and therein show'st
Thy lovers withering as thy sweet self grow'st;
If Nature, sovereign mistress over wrack,
As thou goest onwards, still will pluck thee back,
She keeps thee to this purpose, that her skill
May time disgrace and wretched minutes kill.
Yet fear her, O thou minion of her pleasure!
She may detain, but not still keep, her treasure:
Her audit, though delay'd, answer'd must be,
And her quietus is to render thee.
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Sonnet CXXIX

Sonnet CXXIX

The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in action; and till action, lust
Is perjured, murderous, bloody, full of blame,
Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust,
Enjoy'd no sooner but despised straight,
Past reason hunted, and no sooner had
Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait
On purpose laid to make the taker mad;
Mad in pursuit and in possession so;
Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme;
A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe;
Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.
All this the world well knows; yet none knows well
To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell.
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Sonnet CXXII

Sonnet CXXII

Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
Full character'd with lasting memory,
Which shall above that idle rank remain
Beyond all date, even to eternity;
Or at the least, so long as brain and heart
Have faculty by nature to subsist;
Till each to razed oblivion yield his part
Of thee, thy record never can be miss'd.
That poor retention could not so much hold,
Nor need I tallies thy dear love to score;
Therefore to give them from me was I bold,
To trust those tables that receive thee more:
To keep an adjunct to remember thee
Were to import forgetfulness in me.
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Sonnet CXX

Sonnet CXX

That you were once unkind befriends me now,
And for that sorrow which I then did feel
Needs must I under my transgression bow,
Unless my nerves were brass or hammer'd steel.
For if you were by my unkindness shaken
As I by yours, you've pass'd a hell of time,
And I, a tyrant, have no leisure taken
To weigh how once I suffered in your crime.
O, that our night of woe might have remember'd
My deepest sense, how hard true sorrow hits,
And soon to you, as you to me, then tender'd
The humble slave which wounded bosoms fits!
But that your trespass now becomes a fee;
Mine ransoms yours, and yours must ransom me.
384

Sonnet CXVII

Sonnet CXVII

Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all
Wherein I should your great deserts repay,
Forgot upon your dearest love to call,
Whereto all bonds do tie me day by day;
That I have frequent been with unknown minds
And given to time your own dear-purchased right
That I have hoisted sail to all the winds
Which should transport me farthest from your sight.
Book both my wilfulness and errors down
And on just proof surmise accumulate;
Bring me within the level of your frown,
But shoot not at me in your waken'd hate;
Since my appeal says I did strive to prove
The constancy and virtue of your love.
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Sonnet CXVI

Sonnet CXVI

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
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