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
I am but mad north-north-west: when the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw
. . . I am bound upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears do scald like molten lead.
I am giddy, expectation whirls me round.The imaginary relish is so sweetThat it enchants my sense.
I am in blood Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er
Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,And where care lodges, sleep will never lie.
Ceremony was but devised at first to set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow welcomes, recanting goodness, sorry ere 'Tis shown; but where there is true friendship, there needs none.
But when I tell him he hates flatterers, He says he does, being then most flattered
But when her lips were ready for his pay,He winks, and turns his lips another way.
But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool;And time, that takes survey of all the world,Must have a stop.
But that the dread of something after death, the undiscovered country from who bourn no traveler returns, puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have than to fly to others that we know not of?
But, good my brother, do not, as some ungracious pastors do. Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven whilst like a puffed and reckless libertine himself the primrose path of dalliance treads and wrecks not his own.
I wasted time, and now doth Time waste me: For now hath Time made me his numb'ring clock; My thoughts are minutes
I would give all my fame for a pot of ale and safety.
I grow, I prosper;Now, gods, stand up for bastards!