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
Anger's my meat. I sup upon myself, And so shall starve with feeding.
What say you to a piece of beef and mustard?
Fat paunches have lean pates, and dainty bits Make rich the ribs, but backrout quite the wits.
He that keeps not crust nor crum Weary of all, shall want some.
If you love an addle egg as well as you love an idle head, you would eat chickens i' th' shell.
Yet writers say, as in the sweetest bud The eating canter dwells, so eating love Inhabits in the finest wits of all.
When valor preys on reason, it eats the sword it fights with.
Men at some time are masters of their fates. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Alas, the frailty is to blame, not we For such as we are made of, such we be
Enjoy'd no sooner but despised straight, Past reason hunted, and no sooner had Past reason hated
Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst been wise.
And thus I clothe my naked villainy With odd old ends stol'n out of holy writ; And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.
And all this day an unaccustomed spirit lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.
Oh, I am fortune's fool!