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
And all this day an unaccustomed spirit lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.
These violent delights have violent ends And in their triump die, like fire and powder Which, as they kiss, consume
Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds.
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.
O fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle.
Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
You are a lover. Borrow Cupid's wings and soar with them above a common bound.
I'll look to like; if looking, liking move.
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
Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe.
He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man. He that is more than a youth is not for me, and he that is less than a man, I am not for him.
And it is very much lamented,... That you have no such mirrors as will turn Your hidden worthiness into your eye That you might see your shadow.
This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit, Which gives men stomach to digest his words With better appetite.