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.
And where the offence is, let the great axe fall.
And where two waging fires meet togetherThey do consume the thing that feeds their fury.Though little fire grows great with little wind,Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all.
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,As I foretold you, were all spirits andAre melted into air, into thin air:And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,The solemn temples, the great globe itself,Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolveAnd, like this insubstantial pageant faded,Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuffAs dreams are made on, and our little lifeIs rounded with a sleep.
A friend should bear a friend's infirmities, But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
Be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
I do smell all horse-piss; at which my nose is in great indignation
He reads much;He is a great observer, and he looksQuite through the deeds of men.
In my stars I am above thee, but be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness ;thrust upon em.
Be not afraid of greatness; some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them.
You pay a great deal too dear for what's given freely
O, no! the apprehension of the goodGives but the greater feeling to the worse.
Boy, what sign is it when a man of great spirit grows melancholy?