William Shakespeare
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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
So doth the greater glory dim the less: A substitute shines brightly as a king Until a king be by.
To pore upon a book, to seek the light of truth.
Now he'll outstare the lightning. To be furious Is to be frightened out of fear.
To stand against the deep dread-bolted thunder, In the most terrible and nimble stroke Of quick, cross lightning.
Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day, And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale. Light thickens, and the crow Makes wing to th' rooky wood. Good things of day begin to droop and drowse, While night's black agents to their prey do rouse.
And teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night ...
Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile
What is light, if Sylvia be not seen? What is joy if Sylvia be not by?
Dreams, indeed, are ambition; for the very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream. And I hold ambition of so airy and light a quality that it is but a shadow's shadow.
Trifles light as air are to the jealous confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ.
Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake- its everything except what it is! (Act 1, scene 1)
Good with out evil is like light with out darkness which in turn is like righteousness whith out hope.
...lest too light winning make the prize light.
For youth no less becomes The light and careless livery that it wears, Than settled age his sables, and his weeds Importing health and graveness.