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“There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring [making music] to the young-eyed cherubins; Such harmony is in immortal souls, But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close us in, we cannot hear it.”

Quote by William Shakespeare

Work

The Merchant of Venice

The Merchant of Venice is a renowned tragedy that centers on the complex relationship between the merchant Antonio and the Jewish moneylender Shylock. The play delves into issues of mercy, justice, and the nature of friendship, while also addressing the prejudices of the time. more

Author

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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