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
I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream: The Genius and the mortal instruments Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven.
My dull brain was wrought with things forgotten.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
How is it that the clouds still hang on you?
So we grew together like to a double cherry, seeming parted, but yet an union in partition, two lovely berries molded on one stem.
What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night, So stumblest on my counsel? *Who are you? Why do you hide in the darkness and listen to my private thoughts?*
I have unclasp'd to thee the book even of my secret soul.
I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me.
Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet, And I am proof against their enmity.
Are you sure/That we are awake? It seems to me/That yet we sleep, we dream
Journeys end in lovers meeting.
Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot. Take thou what course thou wilt.
Eternity was in our lips and eyes.