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
Since I do purpose to marry, I will think nothing to any purpose that the world can say against it; and therefore never floutat me for what I have said against it; for man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion.
And thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world! Crack nature's moulds, all germens spill at once That makes ingrateful man!
Be collected. No more amazement. Tell your piteous heart There's no harm done.
You are made Rather to wonder at the things you hear Than to work any.
Thus did I keep my person fresh and new, My presence, like a robe pontifical, Ne'er seen but wondered at, and so my state, Seldom but sumptuous, showed like a feast.
Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine, Whose weakness, married to thy stronger state, Makes me with thy strength to communicate.
Alack, the night comes on, and the bleak winds Do sorely ruffle; for many miles about There's scarce a bush.
The time of universal peace is near. Prove this a prosp'rous day, the three-nooked world Shall bear the olive freely.
How every fool can play upon the word!
A college of wit-crackers cannot flout me out of my humor. Dost thou think I care for a satire or an epigram?
Doubting things go ill often hurts more Than to be sure they do; for certainties Either are past remedies, or, timely knowing, The remedy then born.
I do not set my life at a pin's fee, And for my soul, what can it do to that, Being a thing immortal as itself?
A thousand moral paintings I can show That shall demonstrate these quick blows of Fortune's More pregnantly than words.
What else may hap, to time I will commit.