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
It is far easier for me to teach twenty what were right to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.
in black ink my love may still shine bright.
This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune,--often the surfeit of our own behavior,--we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars: as if we were villains by necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on: an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star.
Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain, Have put on black and loving mourners be, Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain. And truly not the morning sun of heaven Better becomes the grey cheeks of the east, Nor that full star that ushers in the even, Doth half that glory to the sober west, As those two mourning eyes become thy face: O! let it then as well beseem thy heart To mourn for me since mourning doth thee grace, And suit thy pity like in every part. Then will I swear beauty herself is black, And all they foul that thy complexion lack
Juliet is the east and i am the sun.
He is the half part of a blessed man, Left to be finished by such as she; And she a fair divided excellence, Whose fullness of perfection lies in him.
People’s good deeds we write in water. The evil deeds are etched in brass.
So fair and foul a day i had not seen.
Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand?
And yet by heaven I think my love as rare / as any that she belie with false compare Sonnett CXXX, ll, 13-14
It is excellent / To have a giant's strenght / But it is tyrannous / To use it like a giant (Isabella)
The pow'r I have on you is to spare you / The malice towards you, to forgive you. Posthumus
Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.
Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my life.