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
Blest are those Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled, That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please.
Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.
Now my charms are all o'erthrown...
Use every man according to his desert and who should 'scape whipping? Use them after your own honor and dignity, the less they deserve ... the more merit in your bounty.
For what good turn? Messenger: For the best turn of the bed.
That truth should be silent I had almost forgot. (Enobarbus)
You are an alchemist; make gold of that.
I am indeed not her fool, but her corrupter of words. (Act III, sc. I, 37-38)
What are you doing sister? / Killing swine.
When truth kills truth, O devilish holy fray!
Confusion now hath made his masterpiece.
If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide, By self-example mayst thou be denied.
Two households, both alike in dignity In fair Verona, where we lay our scene From ancient grudge break to new mutiny Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
She speaks poniards, and every word stabs.