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.
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
Is it not strange that sheep's guts should hale souls out of men's bodies?
Brevity is the soul of wit, and tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes.
A wretched soul bruised with adversity,We bid be quiet when we hear it cry;But were we burdened with like weight of pain,As much, or more, we should ourselves complain.
The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel, but do not dull thy palm with entertainment of each new-hatched unfledged comrade.
I can suck melancholy out of a song as a weasel sucks eggs.
It shall be called Bottom's Dream, because it hath no bottom.
Self-loving is not so vile a sin, my liege, as self-neglecting.
They are but beggars that can count their worth, but my true love is grown to such excess, I cannot sum up half my sum of wealth.
The heavens themselves, the planets and this centreObserve degree, priority and place.
You, mistress, That have the office opposite to Saint Peter, And keep the gate of hell!
There was never virgin got till virginity was first lost