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.
I wasted time, and now doth Time waste me: For now hath Time made me his numb'ring clock; My thoughts are minutes
All, with one consent, praise newborn gawds (sic), though they are made and molded of things past
And many strokes though with a little axe hew down and fell the hardest-timbered oak.
O father Abram! what these Christians are,Whose own hard dealings teaches them suspectThe thoughts of others!
She was a vixen when she went to school:And though she be but little, she is fierce.
I would not marry her, though she were endowed with all that Adam had left him before he transgressed.
Once more the engine of her thoughts began. . . .
I am not a slut, though I thank the Gods I am foul.
Do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
My heart prays for him, though my tongue do curse.
Our wills and fates do so contrary runThat our devices still are overthrown;Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own.
I cannot, nor I will not, hold me still;My tongue, though not my heart, shall have his will.