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
Within the hollow crownThat rounds the mortal temples of a kingKeeps Death his court.
You maid of hindering knot grass. You bead! You acorn!
Time shall unfold what plighted cunning hides, Who covert faults at last with shame derides
Tis not enough to help the feeble up, But to support him after
'Tis not the many oaths that make the truth; But the plain single vow, that is vow'd true.
Unhand me, gentlemen,By heaven! I'll make a ghost of him that lets me.
We'll have a swashing and a martial outside, as many other mannish cowards have.
You are thought here to be the most senseless and fit man for the constable of the watch, therefore bear you the lantern.
You are one of those that will not serve God, if the devil bid you.
Through tattered clothes small vices do appear; Robes and furred gowns hide them all
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all.
Though this be madness, yet there is method
Thoughts are but dreams till their effects be tried.
Thou, old Adam's likeness, set to dress this garden.