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
O father Abram! what these Christians are,Whose own hard dealings teaches them suspectThe thoughts of others!
Life is a tale told by an idiot -- full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
The lady doth protest too much, me thinks
If she be made of white and red, Her faults will ne'er be known, For blushing cheeks by faults are bred, And fears by pale white shown: Then if she fear or be to blame, By this you shall not know, For still her cheeks possess the same, Which native s
They say miracles are past; and we have our philosophical persons, to make modern and familiar, things supernatural and causeless.
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause; there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life
A substitute shines brightly as a king, Until a king be by
Cupid is a knavish lad, Thus to make poor females mad
I shall fallLike a bright exhalation in the evening,And no man see me more.
Affection faints not like a pale-faced coward,But then woos best when most his choice is froward.
A rarer spirit neverDid steer humanity; but you, gods, will give usSome faults to make us men.
Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.
But words are words; I never yet did hearThat the bruised heart was pierced through the ear.
But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool;And time, that takes survey of all the world,Must have a stop.