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
But now behold, In the quick forge and working-house of thought, How London doth pour out her citizens!
Are there no stones in heaven But what serves for thunder?
Tongues I'll hang on every tree That shall civil sayings show. . . .
The heart hath treble wrong When it is barr'd the aidance of the tongue.
Travelers must be content.
Travelers never did lie, though fools at home condemn them.
Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court?
My father names me Autolycus, who being, as I am, littered under Mercury, was likewise a snapper-up of unconsidered trifles.
No evil lost is wailed when it is gone.
But yet, I say, if imputation and strong circumstances, which lead directly to the door of truth, will give you satisfaction, you may have it.
I am as true as truth's simplicity, And simpler than the infancy of truth.
What, can the devil speak true?
Hardness ever of hardness is mother.
The weary sun hath made a golden set And by the bright tract of his fiery car Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow.