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
If love be rough with you, be rough with love;Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.
He that is thy friend indeed,He will help thee in thy need:If thou sorrow, he will weep;If thou wake, he cannot sleep:Thus of every grief in heartHe with thee does bear a part.These are certain signs to knowFaithful friend from flattering foe.
Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself Till by broad spreading it disperse to naught
A friend should bear a friend's infirmities, But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
So may the outward shows be least themselves:The world is still deceived with ornament.
This fellow is wise enough to play the fool; And to do that well craves a kind of wit
It is the very error of the moon;She comes more nearer earth than she was wont,And drives men mad.
For there was never yet philosopher that could endure the toothache patiently.
For we which now behold these present days have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.
But love is blind, and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit, For if they could, Cupid himself would blush To see me thus transformed to a boy
The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel, but do not dull thy palm with entertainment of each new-hatched unfledged comrade.
Happy are they that hear their detractions, and can put them to mending
How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world
O, what authority and show of truth can cunning sin cover itself withal!