Quote by: William Shakespeare

In the old age black was not counted fair, Or if it were, it bore not beauty’s name. But now is black beauty’s successive heir, And beauty slandered with a bastard shame. For since each hand hath put on nature’s pow'r, Fairing the foul with art’s false borrowed face, Sweet beauty hath no name, no holy bow'r, But is profaned, if not lives in disgrace. Therefore my mistress' eyes are raven black, Her eyes so suited, and they mourners seem At such who, not born fair, no beauty lack, Sland'ring creation with a false esteem.   Yet so they mourn, becoming of their woe,   That every tongue says beauty should look so.


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Author Bio


  • NameWilliam Shakespeare
  • DescriptionEnglish playwright and poet
  • AliasesShakespeare; The Bard; The Bard of Avon
  • Born1564
  • DiedMay 3, 1616
  • CountryEngland
  • ProfessionPlaywright; Poet; Stage Actor; Writer
  • WorksHamlet; Romeo And Juliet; As You Like It; Macbeth; A Midsummer Night's Dream; Shakespeare's Sonnets