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
The Hebrew will turn Christian; he grows kind.
A virtuous and a Christianlike conclusion-- To pray for them that have done scathe to us.
He that dies this year is quit for the next.
England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune.
It was always yet the trick of our English nation, if they have a good thing, to make it too common.
After your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live.
Either our history shall with full mouth Speak freely of our acts, or else our grave, Like Turkish mute, shall have a tongueless mouth, Not worshipped with a waxen epitaph.
Best men oft are moulded out of faults.
Many dream not to find, neither deserve, and yet are steeped in favors.
Fortune is merry, And in this mood will give us anything.
Most friendship is faining, most loving mere folly: Then, heigh-ho, the holly. This life is most jolly.
Friendship's full of dregs.
However wickedness outstrips men, it has no wings to fly from God.
God is our fortress, in whose conquering name Let us resolve to scale their flinty bulwarks.