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
But no perfection is so absolute, That some impurity doth not pollute.
Each present joy or sorrow seems the chief.
Some men never seem to grow old. Always active in thought, always ready to adopt new ideas, they are never chargeable with foggyism. Satisfied, yet ever dissatisfied, settled, yet ever unsettled, they always enjoy the best of what is, are the first to find the best of what will be.
Oh, that way madness lies; let me shun that.
The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day Is crept into the bosom of the sea.
When griping grief the heart doth wound, and doleful dumps the mind opresses, then music, with her silver sound, with speedy help doth lend redress.
When he is best, he is a little worse than a man; and when he is worst, he is little better than a beast.
I shall despair. There is no creature loves me; And if I die no soul will pity me: And wherefore should they, since that I myself Find in myself no pity to myself?
A hit, a very palpable hit.
If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.
I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated To closeness and the bettering of my mind.
I pray thee cease thy counsel, Which falls into mine ears as profitless as water in a sieve.
Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground.
Fill all thy bones with aches.