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
Let every man be master of his timeTill seven at night.
Let come what will, I mean to bear it out, And either live with glorious victorie, Or die with fame renown'd for chivalrie: He is not worthy of the honey-comb, That shuns the hives because the bees have stings
Many can brook (endure) the weather that love not the wind
Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while,Till we can clear these ambiguities.
Self-loving is not so vile a sin, my liege, as self-neglecting.
Self-love, is not so vile a sin as self-neglecting.
She that was ever fair and never proud,Had tongue at will, and yet was never loud.
She was a vixen when she went to school:And though she be but little, she is fierce.
She's beautiful, and therefore to be woo'd She is a woman, therefore to be won
O monstrous world! Take note, take note, o world,To be direct and honest is not safe!
Oh, what a bitter thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes.
So may the outward shows be least themselves:The world is still deceived with ornament.
Show me the steep and thorny way. . . .
Silence is the perfectos herald of joy. I were but little happy if I could say how much.