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
You have but mistook me all the while... I live by bread like you, taste grief, feel want, need friends. Conditioned thus how can you call me king?
Do not spread the compost on the weeds.
To pore upon a book, to seek the light of truth.
'Tis sweet to kiss a girl on Spring's first day, but only half so sweet as 'tis to kiss a girl on her bootyhole.
The latter end of a fray, and the beginning of a feast, Fits a dull fighter, and a keen guest.
Cursed be the hand that made these fatal holes.
I always thought it was both impious and unnatural that such immanity and bloody strife should reign among professors of one faith.
His worst fault is, he's given to prayer; he is something peevish that way.
Thrust your head into the public street, to gaze on Christian fools with varnish'd faces.
I shall show the cinders of my spirits Through the ashes of my chance.
In scorn of nature, art gave lifeless life.
What have we here? a man or a fish? dead or alive? A fish: he smells like a fish; a very ancient and fishlike smell; a kind of not of the newest poor-John. A strange fish!
'Twas merry when You wagered on your angling, when your diver Did hang a salt fish on his hook, which he With fervency drew up.
The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish Cut with her golden oars the silver stream And greedily devour the treacherous bait.