The Bard of Avon

[Count Comfect]

Oooh, completely missed Bill Day? NOOO!

My favorite sonnet has to be
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun.
Cherries are far more red than her lips' red.
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun.
If hair be wires, black wires grow from her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath which from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak: yet well I know,
That music hath a far more pleasing sound.
I grant I never saw a goddess go:
My mistress, when she walks, walks on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as fair
As any she belied by false compare.

And Shakespeare is in my opinion the greatest playwright ever for reading or performing. And I've done a lot of both
On the other hand, his sonnets, as a whole, are neither too prolific (154 sonnets contain fewer lines than a play!) nor too good, frankly, with a few exceptions.
On the other hand (there is no other hand!), he didn't invent "truly human" characterization as some critics would have it. Bardolotry in its higher forms is disturbing.