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
That is honor's scorn Which challenges itself as honor's born And is not like the sire. Honors thrive When rather from our acts we them derive Than our foregoers.
The due of honor in no point omit.
What's the news? None, my lord, but that the world's grown honest, Then is doomsday near.
For honesty coupled to beauty, is to have honey a sauce to sugar.
An honest man, sir, is able to speak for himself, when a knave is not.
That is my home of love: if I have ranged, Like him that travels I return again, Just to the time, not with the time exchanged.
A good heart 'is worth gold.
All offences come from the heart.
I cannot but remember such things were that were most precious to me.
Greatness, once fallen out with fortune, must fall out with men too.
When once our grace we have forgot, Nothing goes right.
To some kind of men their graces serve them but as enemies.
Till all grace be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace.
God is our fortress, in whose conquering name Let us resolve to scale their flinty bulwarks.