Starring the elites in this piece
The greatest writer of all time
William Shakespeare phoned me from the grave
He had these words to say,I told him I'd borrow
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day in sonnet 14
My 'mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun in sonnet 130
The fool doth think he is wise,but the wise man knows himself to be a fool
Love all trust a few,do wrong to none
Men are at some times masters of their own fate
A legacy he'd left all poetic sons and daughters
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