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
Patience is sottish, and impatience does become a dog that's mad.
Beauty within itself should not be wasted.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers eyes. Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet.
I am but mad north-north-west: when the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged a fire sparkling in lovers eyes, being vexed a sea nourished with lovers tears, What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall and a perserving sweet.
Cupid is a knavish lad, Thus to make poor females mad
O! that way madness lies; let me shun that.
The venom clamors of a jealous woman poison more deadly than a mad dog's tooth
The rude sea grew civil at her song,And certain stars shot madly from their spheresTo hear the sea-maid's music.
Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, such shaping fantasies, that apprehend more than cool reason ever comprehends.
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.