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's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet
Say she rail; why, I'll tell her plain She sings as sweetly as a nightingale. Say that she frown; I'll say she looks as clear As morning roses newly wash'd with dew. Say she be mute and will not speak a word; Then I'll commend her volubility, and say she uttereth piercing eloquence.
I was too young that time to value her, But now I know her. If she be a traitor, Why, so am I. We still have slept together, Rose at an instant, learned, played, eat together, And wheresoe'er we went, like Juno's swans, Still we went coupled and inseparable.
There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember.
The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose.
He wears the rose Of youth upon him.
But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd Than that which withering on the virgin thorn Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.
Their lips were four red roses on a stalk.
I'll say she looks as clear as morning roses newly washed with dew.
At Christmas, I no more desire a rose.
Of all the flowers, me thinks a rose is best.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks...
What, no more ceremony? See, my women! Against the blown rose may they stop their nose That kneel'd unto the buds.
Pray, love, remember: and there is pansies, that's for thoughts.