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
I will be brief. Your noble son is mad.
He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf.
Though this be madness, yet there is method
I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another: you jig, you amble, and you lisp, and nick-name God's creatures, and make your wantonness your ignorance. Go to, I'll no more on't; it hath made me mad.
Love is merely a madness.
We are such stuff that dreams are made of.
Tis mad idolatry To make the service greater than the god.
For to define true madness, What is't but to be nothing else but mad?
What made me love thee? let that persuade thee, there's something extraordinary in thee
Love is . . . a madness most discreet
I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw.
Like madness is the glory of life.
Many that are not mad have, sure, more lack of reason.
Patience is sottish, and impatience does become a dog that's mad.