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.
But if the cause be not good, the King himself hath a heavy reckoning to make, when all those legs and arms and heads chopped off in a battle shall join together at the latter day, and cry all, 'We died at such a place' - some swearing, some crying f
It makes a man a coward. . . . It fills a man full of obstacles. It made me once restore a purse of gold that by chance I found. It beggars any man that keeps it. It is turned out of towns and cities for a dangerous thing, and every man that means to live well endeavors to trust to himself and live without it.
But love is blind, and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit, For if they could, Cupid himself would blush To see me thus transformed to a boy
The robb'd that smiles steals something from the thief: He robs himself that spends a bootless grief
The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.
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!
There was never virgin got till virginity was first lost