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
If you love an addle egg as well as you love an idle head, you would eat chickens i' th' shell.
I almost die for food, and let me have it!
The eagle suffers little birds to sing, And is not careful what they mean thereby, Knowing that with the shadow of his wings He can at pleasure stint their melody: Even so mayest thou the giddy men of Rome.
My free drift Halts not particularly, but moves itself In a wide sea of wax; no levelled malice Infects one comma in the course I hold, But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on, Leaving no tract behind.
So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
To be once in doubt Is once to be resolved.
But now I am cabined, cribbed, confined, bound in To saucy doubts and fears.
The wound of peace is surety, Surety secure; but modest doubt is called The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches To th' bottom of the worst.
Before the curing of a strong disease, Even in the instant of repair and health, The fit is strongest. Evils that take leave, On their departure most of all show evil.
Let's teach ourselves that honorable stop, Not to outsport discretion.
I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of discretion, and I will right myself like a soldier.
Let me say amen betimes lest the devil cross my prayer, for here he comes in the likeness of a Jew.
Nay then, let the devil wear black, for I'll have a suit of sables.
Discomfort guides my tongue And bids me speak of nothing but despair.