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
Beauty within itself should not be wasted.
Patience is sottish, and impatience does become a dog that's mad.
They are but beggars that can count their worth, but my true love is grown to such excess, I cannot sum up half my sum of wealth.
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.
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
Do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Doth not the appetite alter? A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age
Crabbed age and youth cannot live together; Youth is full of pleasance, age full of care; Youth like the summer morn, age like winter weather; Youth like summer brave, age like winter bare
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety. Other women cloy the appetites they feed, but she makes hungry where most she satisfies.
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety, other women cloy
I can suck melancholy out of a song as a weasel sucks eggs.
It shall be called Bottom's Dream, because it hath no bottom.
Self-loving is not so vile a sin, my liege, as self-neglecting.
The heavens themselves, the planets and this centreObserve degree, priority and place.