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.
It shall be called Bottom's Dream, because it hath no bottom.
Not marble, nor the gilded monumentsOf princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme.
But if the cause be not good, the King himself hath a heavy reckoning to make, when all those legs and arms and heads chopped off in a battle shall join together at the latter day, and cry all, 'We died at such a place' - some swearing, some crying f
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,As I foretold you, were all spirits andAre melted into air, into thin air:And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,The solemn temples, the great globe itself,Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolveAnd, like this insubstantial pageant faded,Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuffAs dreams are made on, and our little lifeIs rounded with a sleep.
If she be made of white and red, Her faults will ne'er be known, For blushing cheeks by faults are bred, And fears by pale white shown: Then if she fear or be to blame, By this you shall not know, For still her cheeks possess the same, Which native s
I shall fallLike a bright exhalation in the evening,And no man see me more.
And whatsoever else shall hap tonight, Give it an understanding, but no tongue
All these woes shall serveFor sweet discourses in our time to come.
Shall not be long but I'll be here again:Things at the worst will cease, or else climb upwardTo what they were before.
Simply the thing I am shall make me live.
No longer mourn for me when I am deadThan you shall hear the surly sullen bellGive warning to the world that I am fledFrom this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell.
Hereafter in a better world than this,I shall desire more love and knowledge of you.