Shakespeare – Sonnet for Writers
Sonnet LXXVII “Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear, Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste; The vacant leaves thy mind’s imprint will bear, And of this book this learning may thou taste....
View ArticlePoetry is the Cruellest Month – Shakespeare’s Birthday
“Such comfort, as do lusty young men feel, When well-apparell’d April on the heel Of limping winter treads.” (Romeo & Juliet, Act. I. Sc. 2) The question was never, “To write, or not to write?”...
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