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
Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.
Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, brags of his substance: they are but beggars who can count their worth.
Conceit in weakest bodies works the strongest.
I love a ballad in print o' life, for then we are sure they are true.
While we lie tumbling in the hay.
O heaven! were man, But constant, he were perfect.
Is she not passing fair?
Lechery, lechery; still, wars and lechery: nothing else holds fashion.
Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body.
Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench; I love her ten times more than e'er I did: O, how I long to have some chat with her!
But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;
Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front; And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
Was ever woman in this humour wooed? Was ever woman in this humour won?
See where she comes apparelled like the spring.