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Shakespeare's Sonnets (Folger Shakespeare Library) Mass Market Paperback – February 1, 2004
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About the Author
William Shakespeare was born in April 1564 in the town of Stratford-upon-Avon, on England’s Avon River. When he was eighteen, he married Anne Hathaway. The couple had three children—an older daughter Susanna and twins, Judith and Hamnet. Hamnet, Shakespeare’s only son, died in childhood. The bulk of Shakespeare’s working life was spent in the theater world of London, where he established himself professionally by the early 1590s. He enjoyed success not only as a playwright and poet, but also as an actor and shareholder in an acting company. Although some think that sometime between 1610 and 1613 Shakespeare retired from the theater and returned home to Stratford, where he died in 1616, others believe that he may have continued to work in London until close to his death.
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This economical edition puts a great work of art in hardcopy form for all to enjoy. Strong recommendation.
The book of Sonnets is a great addition to any Shakespeare collection. Beautifully written by the master.
The quality of the paper was good, the presentation clear, but there was
a lot of 'wasted paper' unless one wants to write on the page, where there
is room at least for another sonnet...
But I must say, I'd rather have too much paper than a cramped sonnet
with no margins. Surely, though, there must be a good in-between?