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
You cannot call it love, for at your age the heyday in the blood is tame
In thy youth wast as true a lover, As ever sighed upon a midnight pillow
I will not be sworn but love may transform me to an oyster
Oh, how this spring of love resembleth, The uncertain glory of an April day, Which now shows all beauty of the Sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away
Love hath made thee a tame snake
Lovers can do their amorous rites by their own beauties
Her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love
Come what sorrow can, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy, That one short minute gives me in her sight
What is light, if Sylvia be not seen? What is joy if Sylvia be not by?
There's beggary in love that can be reckoned
He says, he loves my daughter; I think so too; for never gaz'd the moon Upon the water, as he'll stand and read, As 'twere, my daughter's eyes: and, to be plain, I think, there is not half a kiss to choose, Who loves another best.
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
The prize of all too precious you.
Never durst poet touch a pen to write Until his ink were temper'd with Love's sighs;