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
Love bears it out even to the edge of doom.
Our wills and fates do so contrary run, That our devices still are overthrown; Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own.
If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well. It were done quickly.
These are the forgeries of jealousy; And never, since the middle summer's spring, Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, By paved fountain or by rushy brook, Or in the beached margent of the sea, To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, But with thy brawls thou hast disturbed our sport.
Did he so often lodge in open field, In winter's cold and summer's parching heat, To conquer France, his true inheritance?
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date . . .
There's villainous news abroad.
The nature of bad news affects the teller.
The icy precepts of respect.
Nature does require her time of preservation, which perforce, I her frail son amongst my brethren mortal, must give my attendance to.
Ingratitude is monstrous.
I find my zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious star, whose influence If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes Will ever after droop.
There's some ill planet reigns: I must be patient till the heavens look With an aspect more favourable.
You, and your lady, Take from my heart all thankfulness!