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
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
I cannot be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a woman with grieving.
Haply a woman's voice may do some good When articles too nicely urged be stood on.
Women's weapons, water-drops.
Tis not a year or two shows us a man: They are all but stomachs, and we all but food; They eat us hungerly, and when they are full They belch us.
Nay, we must think men are not gods, Nor of them look for such observancy As fits the bridal.
I have nothing Of woman in me; now from head to foot I am marble-constant.
The tongues of mocking wenches are as keen As is the razor's edge invisible.
Women are as roses, whose fair flower, being once displayed, doth fall that very hour.
Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.
Dispute not with her: she is lunatic.
Do you not know I am a woman? when I think, I must speak.
Fair ladies, masked, are roses in their bud; Dismasked, the damask sweet commixture shown, Are angels vailing clouds, or roses blown.
I am not prone to weeping as our sex commonly are; the want of which vain dew perchance shall dry your pities; but I have that honorable grief lodged here which burns worse than tears drown.