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
Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done: perseverance, dear my lord, Ke
Thou art not for the fashion of these times,Where none will sweat but for promotion.
Thou canst not say I did it: never shakeThy gory locks at me.
Though care killed a cat, thou hast mettle enough in thee to kill care
Though he is small, he is but fierce.
Though I am not naturally honest, I am sometimes by chance.
Though I am not naturally honest, I am so sometimes by chance.
Well could I curse away a winter's night,Though standing naked on a mountain top,Where biting cold would never let grass grow,And think it but a minute spent in sport.
Yond' Cassius has a lean and hungry look; He thinks too much: such men are dangerous
Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief
Therefore, to be possessed with double pomp,To guard a title that was rich before,To gild refined gold, to paint the lily,To throw a perfume on the violet,To smooth the ice, or add another hueUnto the rainbow, or with taper lightTo seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish,Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.
We are such stuff as dreams are made of, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.
We are such stuff as dreams are made on.
Vini, Vici, Vidi (I came, I saw, I conquered). - Julius Caesar