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
These violent delights have violent ends And in their triump die, like fire and powder Which, as they kiss, consume
They may seize On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand And steal immortal blessing from her lips, Who, even in pure and vestal modesty, Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin.
My prophecy is but half his journey yet, For yonder walls, that pertly front your town, Yon towers, whose wanton tops do buss the clouds, Must kiss their own feet.
For they are yet ear-kissing arguments.
How wayward is this foolish love that, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse and presently, all humble, kiss the rod.
A nun of winter's sisterhood kisses not more religiously; the very ice of chastity is in them.
Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty.
He took the bride about the neck and kissed her lips with such a clamorous smack that at the parting all the church did echo.
I understand thy kisses, and thou mine, And that's a feeling disputation.
I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking; so full of valor that they smote the air, for breathing in their faces, beat the ground for kissing of their feet.
Upon thy cheek I lay this zealous kiss, as seal to the indenture of my love.
I can express no kinder sign of love, than this kind kiss.
thus with a kiss I die
Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.