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“Fondling,' she saith, 'since I have hemm'd thee here Within the circuit of this ivory pale, I'll be a park, and thou shalt be my deer; Feed where thou wilt, on mountain or in dale: Graze on my lips, and if those hills be dry, Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.”

Quote by William Shakespeare

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The plays and poems of William Shakspeare

This volume brings together a selection of Shakespeare's plays and poems, showcasing his enduring influence on English literature. It includes classic works such as 'Hamlet,' 'Romeo and Juliet,' and 'Macbeth,' as well as various sonnets and narrative poems. The collection offers readers a chance to explore the depth and complexity of Shakespeare's writing, highlighting his mastery of language and storytelling. more

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William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare (1564 - April 23, 1616) was one of the greatest poets of the English Renaissance, renowned for his dramatic works. His plays spanned a variety of genres, including tragedy, comedy, and history, and have had a profound impact on literature worldwide. more

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