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
Still it cried ‘Sleep no more!’ to all the house: ‘Glamis hath murder’d sleep, and therefore Cawdor shall sleep no more,—Macbeth shall sleep no more!
Truth will come to sight; murder cannot be hid long.
For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.
No place indeed should murder sanctuarize; Revenge should have no bounds.
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man That function is smothered in surmise, And nothing is but what is not.
Murder most foul, as in the best it it; But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.
Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.
I hate the murderer, love him murdered.
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves; we are underlings.
Yond' Cassius has a lean and hungry look; He thinks too much: such men are dangerous
We came into the world like brother and brother;And now let's go hand in hand, not one before another.
Over hill, over dale,Thorough bush, thorough brier,Over park, over pale,Thorough flood, thorough fire,I do wander everywhere.
Own more than thou showest, speak less than thou knowest.
O, what authority and show of truth can cunning sin cover itself withal!