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
Should all despair That have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind Would hang themselves.
Of all complexions the culled sovereignty Do meet, as at a fair, in her fair cheek, Where several worthies make one dignity, Where nothing wants that want itself doth seek.
Give me a bowl of wine. I have not that alacrity of spirit Nor cheer of mind that I was wont to have.
Two starving men cannot be twice as hungry as one; but two rascals can be ten times as vicious as one.
All gold and silver rather turn to dirt, An 'tis no better reckoned but of these Who worship dirty gods.
How sometimes nature will betray its folly, Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime To harder bosoms!
A fellow by the hand of nature mark'd, Quoted, and sign'd, to do a deed of shame.
And either victory, or else a grave.
Who has a book of all that monarchs do, He's more secure to keep it shut than shown; For vice repeated is like the wand'ring wind, Blows dust in others' eye, to spread itself; And yet the end of all is bought thus dear, The breath is gone, and the sore eyes see clear To stop the air would hurt them.
Know my name is lost, By treason's tooth bare-gnawn and canker-bit; Yet am I noble as the adversary I come to cope.
Supposition all our lives shall be stuck full of eyes; For treason is but trusted like the fox, Who, ne'er so tame, so cherished and locked up, Will have a wild trick of his ancestors.
Treason and murder ever kept together, As two yoke-devils sworn to either's purpose, Working so grossly in a natural cause That admiration did not whoop at them; But thou, 'gainst all proportion, didst bring in Wonder to wait on treason and on murder; And whatsoever cunning fiend it was That wrought upon thee so preposterously Hath got the voice in hell for excellence.
To say the truth, so Judas kissed his master And cried, 'All hail!' when as he meant all harm.
I cannot, nor I will not hold me still; My tongue, though not my heart, shall have his will.