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
Great men may jest with saints; 'tis wit in them; But, in the less foul profanation.
Boundless intemperance In nature is a tyranny. It hath been Th' untimely emptying of the happy throne And fall of many kings.
Instinct is a great matter. I was now a coward on instinct.
We are not ourselves When nature, being oppressed, commands the mind To suffer with the body.
Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn but I shall have my pocket picked?
Ingratitude is monstrous; and for the multitude to be ingrateful were to make a monster of the multitude; of which we being members, should bring ourselves to be monstrous members.
I think the King is but a man as I am: the violet smells to him as it doth to me.
I have sounded the very base-string of humility.
An two men ride of a horse, one must ride behind.
Dost thou love hawking? Thou hast hawks will soar Above the morning lark.
So holy and so perfect is my love, And I in such a poverty of grace, That I shall think it a most plenteous crop To glean the broken ears after the man That the main harvest reaps.
Guiltiness will speak, though tongues were out of use
A wicked conscience mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy thoughts.
The mind of guilt is full of scorpions.