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
Vice repeated is like the wandering wind, blows dust in others' eyes to spread itself.
I came, saw, and overcame.
Now the time is come, That France must veil her lofty-plumed crest, And let her head fall into England's lap.
Then with the losers let it sympathize, For nothing can seem foul to those that win.
But virtue never will be mov'd, Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven.
For in the fatness of these pursy times Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg.
If our virtues did not go forth of us, it were all alike as if we had them not.
Virtue preserv'd from fell destruction's blast, Led on by heaven, and crown'd with joy at last.
Virtue's office never breaks men's troth.
My heart laments that virtue cannot live Out of the teeth of emulation.
Therefore it is most expedient for the wise, if Don Worm (his conscience) find no impediment to the contrary, to be the trumpet of his own virtues, as I am to myself.
Now, my masters, happy man be his dole, say I; every man to his business.
Now all the youth of England are on fire, And silken dalliance in the wardrobe lies; Now thrive the armorers, and honor's thought Reigns solely in the breast of every man.
Shall we upon the footing of our land Send fair-play orders, and make compromise, Insinuation, parley, and base truce, To arms invasive?