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
Ill deeds is doubled with an evil word.
Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck, And yet methinks I have astronomy. But not to tell of good or evil luck, Of plagues, of dearths, or season's quality; Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell ... Or say with princes if it shall go well ...
Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues we write in water.
Antonio: Will you stay no longer? nor will you not that I go with you? Sebastian: By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate might, perhaps, distemper yours; therefore I shall crave of you your leave that I may bear my evils alone. It were a bad recompense for your love to lay any of them on you.
Do as the heavens have done, forget your evil; With them forgive yourself.
There is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distill it out.
A true repentance shuns the evil itself, more than the external suffering or the shame.
Good with out evil is like light with out darkness which in turn is like righteousness whith out hope.
Love is familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love." -
Virtue is beauty, but the beauteous evil. Are empty trunks o'erflourished by the devil.
No evil lost is wailed when it is gone.
No man means evil but the devil, and we shall know him by his horns.
It will have blood, they say; blood will have blood.
Can it be That modesty may more betray our sense Than woman's lightness? Having waste ground enough, Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary And pitch our evils there?