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.
Fortune, good night; smile once more, turn thy wheel
The sea all water, yet receives rain still,And in abundance addeth to his store,So thou being rich in will add to thy willOne will of mine to make thy large will more.
Teach thy necessity to reason thus; There is no virtue like necessity
Blow, blow thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude
Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee;Corruption wins not more than honesty.
O happy dagger!This is thy sheath; there rust, and let me die.
Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.
Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night sweet prince, And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.
He that is thy friend indeed,He will help thee in thy need:If thou sorrow, he will weep;If thou wake, he cannot sleep:Thus of every grief in heartHe with thee does bear a part.These are certain signs to knowFaithful friend from flattering foe.
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.
Forbear to sleep the nights, and fast the days; Compare dead happiness with living woe; Think that thy babes were fairer than they were, And he that slew them fouler than he is: Bettering thy loss makes the bad causer worse: Revolving this will teach
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, / But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy; / For the apparel oft proclaims the man.