William Shakespeare
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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
Why, headstrong liberty is lashed with woe. There's nothing situate under heaven's eye But hath his bound, in earth, in sea, in sky.
Justice always whirls in equal measure.
I'll never Be such a gosling to obey instinct, but stand As is a man were author of himself And knew no other kin.
Look what thy soul holds dear, imagine it To lie that way thou goest, not whence thou com'st. Suppose the singing birds musicians, The grass whereon thou tread'st the presence strewed, The flowers fair ladies, and thy steps no more Than a delight measure or a dance; For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite The man that mocks at it and sets it light.
The due of honor in no point omit.
An honest man, sir, is able to speak for himself, when a knave is not.
To some kind of men their graces serve them but as enemies.
Gold--what can it not do, and undo?
Friendship is full of dregs.
Every man has a bag hanging before him, in which he puts his neighbour's faults, and another behind him in which he stows his own.
England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune.
England is safe, if true within itself.
O, let my books be then the eloquence And dumb presagers of my speaking breast, Who plead for love, and look for recompense, More than that tongue that more hath more expressed.
A book? O, rare one, Be not, as is our fangled world, a garment Nobler than that it covers.