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
'Tis the soldier's life to have their balmy slumbers waked with strife.
T'is true: there's magic in the web of it...
It is the mind that makes the body rich; and as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, so honor peereth in the meanest habit.
It is silliness to live when to live is torment.
Then is it sin to rush into the secret house of death. Ere death dare come to us?
What we determine we often break. Purpose is but the slave to memory.
Thanks, sir; all the rest is mute.
For grief is crowned with consolation.
I have a kind soul that would give you thanks. And knows not how to do it but with tears.
Good friend for Jesus sake forbeare, To digg the dust encloased heare! Blest be the man that spares thes stones, And curst be he that moves my bones.
The quality of mercy is not strained
Things in motion sooner catch the eye than what not stirs.
My love is thaw'd; Which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire, bears no impression of the thing it was
For love, thou know'st, is full of jealousy