William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare – 23 April 1616) was an English poet, playwright, and actor, widely regarded as the greatest writer in the English language and the world's pre-eminent dramatist. He is often called England's national poet, and the "Bard of Avon". His extant works, including collaborations, consist of approximately 38 plays, 154 sonnets, two long narrative poems, and a few other verses, some of uncertain authorship. His plays have been translated into every major living language and are performed more often than...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPlaywright
Date of Birth23 April 1564
All impediments in fancy's course Are motives of more fancy.
Can it be That modesty may more betray our sense Than woman's lightness? Having waste ground enough, Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary And pitch our evils there?
To move wild laughter in the throat of death? It cannot be; it is impossible: Mirth cannot move a soul in agony.
Many a man's tongue shakes out his master's undoing.
Like the lily That once was mistress of the field and flourished, I'll hang my head and perish.
Knavery's plain face is never seen till used.
To offend and judge are distinct offices, And of opposed natures.
Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy.
A woman that is like a German clock, Still a-repairing, ever out of frame, And never going aright, being a watch, But being watched that it may still go right!
Great men may jest with saints; 'tis wit in them; But, in the less foul profanation.
Boundless intemperance In nature is a tyranny. It hath been Th' untimely emptying of the happy throne And fall of many kings.
Instinct is a great matter. I was now a coward on instinct.
I have sounded the very base-string of humility.
An two men ride of a horse, one must ride behind.