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
How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
For we, which now behold these present days, Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.
Of all the flowers, me thinks a rose is best.
For a quart of ale is a dish for a king.
Why, what's the matter, That you have such a February face, So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?
God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.
A smile cures the wounding of a frown.
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.
Therefore another prologue must tell he is not a lion
The tongues of dying men enforce attention like deep harmony.
I think the devil will not have me damned, lest the oil that's in me should set hell on fire.
A tardiness in nature, Which often leaves the history unspoke, That it intends to do.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
In time the savage bull doth bear the yoke.