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
Till all grace be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace.
To some kind of men their graces serve them but as enemies.
When once our grace we have forgot, Nothing goes right.
Greatness, once fallen out with fortune, must fall out with men too.
I cannot but remember such things were that were most precious to me.
All offences come from the heart.
A good heart 'is worth gold.
That is my home of love: if I have ranged, Like him that travels I return again, Just to the time, not with the time exchanged.
For honesty coupled to beauty, is to have honey a sauce to sugar.
What's the news? None, my lord, but that the world's grown honest, Then is doomsday near.
That is honor's scorn Which challenges itself as honor's born And is not like the sire. Honors thrive When rather from our acts we them derive Than our foregoers.
If I lose my honor, I lose myself: better I were not yours Than yours so branchless.
Greatness knows itself.
Look what thy soul holds dear, imagine it To lie that way thou goest, not whence thou com'st. Suppose the singing birds musicians, The grass whereon thou tread'st the presence strewed, The flowers fair ladies, and thy steps no more Than a delight measure or a dance; For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite The man that mocks at it and sets it light.