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“Love comforeth like sunshine after rain, But Lust's effect is tempest after sun. Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain; Lust's winter comes ere summer half be done. Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies; Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies.”

Quote by William Shakespeare

Work

The Complete Sonnets and Poems

This volume encompasses a wide array of poetic expressions, showcasing the depth and diversity of the poet's or poets' creative talents. It includes both the structured sonnets and various other poetic styles, providing a rich tapestry of literary expression. 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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