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
The last taste of sweets is sweetest last.
Mine eyes smell onions: I shall weep anon.
Here is a rural fellow that will not be denied your Highness' presence: he brings you figs.
He receives comfort like cold porridge.
Bait the hook well. This fish will bite.
Anger is like A full hot horse, who being allowed his way, Self-mettle tires him.
If it be you that stirs these daughters' hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely; touch me with noble anger, And let not women's weapons, water drops, Stain my man's cheeks.
Anger's my meat. I sup upon myself, And so shall starve with feeding.
You are yoked with a lamb, That carries anger as the flint bears fire; Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spank, And straight is cold again.
To be in anger is impiety, but who is man that is not angry?
Scarce can I speak, my choler is so great. Oh! I could hew up rocks, and fight with flint.
Have you not love enough to bear with me, when that rash humor which my mother gave me makes me forgetful.
There is no such sport as sport by sport o'erthrown.
Pastime passing excellent, if it he husbanded with modesty.