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.
It is a kind of good deed to say well; and yet words are not deeds.
How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds makes deeds ill done!
How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world
He that is proud eats up himself; pride in his glass, his trumpet, his chronicle; and whatever praises itself but in the deed, devours the deed in the praise
He reads much;He is a great observer, and he looksQuite through the deeds of men.
Cry 'Havoc', and let slip the dogs of war, that this foul deed shall smell above the earth with carrion men, groaning for burial
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.
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.
The heavens themselves, the planets and this centreObserve degree, priority and place.
You, mistress, That have the office opposite to Saint Peter, And keep the gate of hell!