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
Stay we no longer, dreaming of renown, But sound the trumpets, and about our task
That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything
My mind is troubled, like a fountain stirred;And I myself see not the bottom of it.
Look like the innocent flowerBut be the serpent under it.
Look down you gods, and on this couple drop a blessed crown.- from The Tempest
Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments. Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove.
Let me have men about me that are fat, sleek-headed men and such as sleep a-nights. Yon Cassius has a lean and hungry look. He thinks too much. Such men are dangerous.
Like to the time o' the year between the extremesOf hot and cold, he was not sad nor merry.
I will wear my heart upon my sleeve for daws to peck at.
I wish you all the joy you can wish.
To climb steep hills requires slow pace at first.
What's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet
Why does my blood thus muster to my heart,Making both it unable for itself,And dispossessing all my other partsOf necessary fitness?
Why does my blood thus muster to my heart, and dispossessing all my other parts of necessary fitness?