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 wildest hath not such a heart as you. Run when you will, the story shall be changed: Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the chase; The dove pursues the griffin; the mild hind Makes speed to catch the tiger; bootless speed, When cowardice pursues and valour flies.
And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
Affection is a coal that must be cooled; else, suffered, it will set the heart on fire.
Better a little chiding than a great deal of heartbreak.
Love's stories written in love's richest books. To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes.
Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance commits his body To painful labour both by sea and land, To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, Whilst thou liest warm at home, secure and safe; And craves no other tribute at thy hands But love, fair looks and true obedience; Too little payment for so great a debt.
Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.
In time we hate that which we often fear.
Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving.
Were kisses all the joys in bed, One woman would another wed.
Give thanks for what you are today and go on fighting for what you gone be tomorrow
Sit by my side, and let the world slip: we shall ne'er be younger.
Why so large a cost, having so short a lease, does thou upon your fading mansion spend?