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
The heavens forbid But that our loves and comforts should increase Even as our days do grow!
Remember thee! Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat In this distracted globe.
I see a man's life is a tedious one.
The happiest youth, viewing his progress through, What perils past, what crosses to ensue, Would shut the book, and sit him down and die.
Even through the hollow eyes of death I spy life peering.
You take my house when you do take the prop That doth sustain my house; you take my life When you do take the means whereby I live.
My father compounded with my mother under the Dragon's tail, and my nativity was under Ursa Major, so that it follows, I am roughand lecherous. Tut, I should have been that I am, had the maidenliest star in the firmament twinkled on my bastardizing.
I swear again, I would not be a queen For all the world.
I'll read enough When I do see the very book indeed Where all my sins are writ, and that's myself.
Grace me no grace, nor uncle me no uncle; I am no traitor's uncle, and that word "grace" In an ungracious mouth is but profane.
Will Fortune never come with both hands full, But write her fair words still in foulest terms?
Give me to drink mandragora.
You are not wood, you are not stones, but men; And being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad.
Say, what abridgement have you for this evening? What masque, what music? How shall we beguile The lazy time if not with some delight?