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
Children wish fathers looked but with their eyes; fathers that children with their judgment looked; and either may be wrong.
Poor Desdemona! I am glad thy father's dead. Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief Shore his old thread in twain.
Zounds! I was never so bethumped with words since I first called my brother's father dad.
As a decrepit father takes delight To see his active child do deeds of youth, So I, made lame by fortune's dearest spite, Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth.
O, that our fathers would applause our loves, To seal our happiness with hteir consents!
You have her father's love, Demetrius; Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him!
To you your father should be as a god.
Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.
If by chance I talk a little wild, forgive me; I had it from my father.
Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: Ding-dong Hark! now I hear them,—Ding-dong, bell.
She told her, while she kept it, 'Twould make her amiable and subdue my father Entirely to her love, but if she lost it Or made a gift of it, my father's eye Should hold her loathed and his spirits should hunt After new fancies.
Good old grandsire ... we shall be joyful of thy company.
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child!
All surfeit is the father of much fast.