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
Tis time to fear when tyrants seem to kiss.
He does me double wrong That wounds me with the flatteries of his tongue.
That which ordinary men are fit for, I am qualified in. and the best of me is diligence.
You are not worth the dust which the rude wind Blows in your face.
This fellow pecks up wit, as pigeons peas; And utters it again when God doth please: He is wit's pedler; and retails his wares...
Spirits are not finely touched But to fine issues, nor Nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence But like a thrifty goddess she determines Herself the glory of a creditor,Both thanks and use.
Alas, how love can trifle with itself!
Pride went before, ambition follows him.
Read o'er this And after, this, and then to breakfast with What appetite you have.
If thou couldst, doctor, cast The water of my land, find her disease, And purge it to a sound and pristine health, I would applaud thee to the very echo, That should applaud you again.
When thou cam'st first, Thou strok'st me and made much of me; wouldst give me Water with berries in't; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night; and then I loved thee And showed thee all the qualities o' th' isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile.
Were beauty under twenty locks kept fast, yet love breaks through and picks them all at last.
The most peerless piece of earth, I think, that e' er the sun shone bright on.
Be not too tame neither, but let your own Discretion be your tutor; suit the action to the word, the word to the action.