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
Extremity is the trier of spirits.
How slow This old moon wanes! she lingers my desires, Like to a stepdame, or a dowager, Long withering out a young man's revenue.
Is this government of Britain's Isle, and this the royalty of Albion's King?
Sick in the world's regard, wretched and low.
For what I will, I will, and there an end.
Yet writers say, as in the sweetest bud The eating canter dwells, so eating love Inhabits in the finest wits of all.
My way of life Is fall'n into the sear and yellow leaf.
Yon grey lines That fret the clouds are messengers of day.
The morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness.
The gray-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night, Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light.
Thou hast her, France; let her be thine, for we Have no such daughter, nor shall ever see That face of hers again. Therefore be gone Without our grace, our love, our benison.
What man dare, I dare. Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, The armed rhinoceros, or th' Hyrcan tiger; Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Shall never tremble.
The tyrant custom, most grave senators, Hath made the flinty and steel couch of war My thrice-driven bed of down.
The breach of custom Is breach of all.