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
I have been long a sleeper; but I trust My absence doth neglect no great design Which by my presence might have been concluded.
Why, universal plodding poisons up The nimble spirits in the arteries, As motion and long-during action tires The sinewy vigor of the traveller.
My long sickness Of health and living now begins to mend, And nothing brings me all things.
This is the short and the long of it.
Take her away; for she hath lived too long, To fill the world with vicious qualities.
Have I caught thee, my heavenly jewel? Why, now let me die, for I have lived long enough.
As merry as the day is long.
How long a time lies in one little word?
O thou that dost inhabit in my breast, leave not the mansion so long tenantless; lest, growing ruinous, the building fall and leave no memory of what it was!
Things may serve long, but not serve ever.
Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, more longing, wavering, sooner lost and won, than women's are.
Live loath'd and long, Most smiling, smooth, detested parasites, Courteous destroyers, affable wolves, meek bears, You fools of fortune, trencher friends, time flies Cap and knee slaves, vapors, and minute jacks.
I say, without characters, fame lives long.
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.