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
There was never yet philosopher that could endure the toothache patiently
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.
Praising what is lost makes the remembrance dear
The sweetest honey is loathsome in its own deliciousness. And in the taste destroys the appetite. Therefore, love moderately.
Give thanks for what you are today and go on fighting for what you gone be tomorrow
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.
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?
To be wise and love exceeds man's might.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death
To-morrow is Saint Valentine's day, All in the morning betime, And I a maid at your window, To be your Valentine.
Write till your ink be dry, and with your tearsMoist it again, and frame some feeling lineThat may discover such integrity.
Would I were dead, if God's good will were so,For what is in this world but grief and woe?