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
What should a man do but be merry? For look you how cheerfully my mother looks, and my father died within's two hours.
And all my mother came into mine eyes And gave me up to tears.
So loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven, Visit her face' too roughly.
A grandma's name is little less in love than is the doting title of a mother.
Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime.
My father compounded with my mother under the Dragon's tail, and my nativity was under Ursa Major, so that it follows, I am roughand lecherous. Tut, I should have been that I am, had the maidenliest star in the firmament twinkled on my bastardizing.
Hardness ever of hardness is mother.
The earth, that is nature's mother, is her tomb.
Plenty and peace breed cowards; hardness ever of hardiness is mother.
In thee thy mother dies, our household's name, My death's revenge, thy youth, and England's fame.
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.
Alas, the frailty is to blame, not we For such as we are made of, such we be
Enjoy'd no sooner but despised straight, Past reason hunted, and no sooner had Past reason hated
Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst been wise.