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
Beauty within itself should not be wasted.
Patience is sottish, and impatience does become a dog that's mad.
All that glisters is not gold.Often you have heard that told:Many a man his life hath soldBut my outside to behold:Gilded tombs do worms enfold.
Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man
My grief lies all within, And these external manners of lament Are merely shadows to the unseen grief That swells with silence in the tortured soul
I pray thee, understand a plain man in his plain meaning.
All the world's a stage, and the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances, and one man in his time plays many parts.
O powerful love,that in some respects makes a beast a man,in some other, a man a beast.
All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages
I'll neverBe such a gosling to obey instinct, but standAs if a man were author of himselfAnd knew no other kin.
I shall fallLike a bright exhalation in the evening,And no man see me more.
It makes a man a coward. . . . It fills a man full of obstacles. It made me once restore a purse of gold that by chance I found. It beggars any man that keeps it. It is turned out of towns and cities for a dangerous thing, and every man that means to live well endeavors to trust to himself and live without it.
As from a bear a man would run for life, So fly I from her that would be my wife
O God! methinks it were a happy life,To be no better than a homely swain;To sit upon a hill, as I do now,To carve out dials quaintly, point by point,Thereby to see the minutes how they run,How many make the hour full complete;How many hours bring about the day;How many days will finish up the year;How many years a mortal man may live.