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
Set we forward; let A Roman and a British ensign wave Friendly together. So through Lud's town march, And in the temple of the great Jupiter Our peace we'll ratify, seal it with feasts. Set on there! Never was a war did cease, Ere bloody hands were washed, with such a peace.
War is no strife To the dark house and the detested wife.
Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy.
If it be honor in your wars to seem The same you are not,--which, for your best ends, You adopt your policy--how is it less or worse, That it shall hold companionship in peace With honour, as in war: since that to both It stands in like request?
Lechery, lechery; still, wars and lechery: nothing else holds fashion.
Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front; And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
We are ready to try our fortunes to the last man.
Come the three corners of the world in arms, and we shall shock them.
Here I and sorrows sit; Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it.
Go, bid the soldiers shoot.
A man can die but once.
There live not three good men unhanged in England; and one of them is fat and grows old.
O, Thou hast damnable iteration; and art, indeed, able to corrupt a saint.
He doth nothing but talk of his horses.