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
Justice always whirls in equal measure.
I beseech you, Wrest once the law to your authority: To do a great right, do a little wrong.
How many fond fools serve mad jealousy!
I'll never Be such a gosling to obey instinct, but stand As is a man were author of himself And knew no other kin.
Look what thy soul holds dear, imagine it To lie that way thou goest, not whence thou com'st. Suppose the singing birds musicians, The grass whereon thou tread'st the presence strewed, The flowers fair ladies, and thy steps no more Than a delight measure or a dance; For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite The man that mocks at it and sets it light.
Greatness knows itself.
If I lose my honor, I lose myself: better I were not yours Than yours so branchless.
That is honor's scorn Which challenges itself as honor's born And is not like the sire. Honors thrive When rather from our acts we them derive Than our foregoers.
The due of honor in no point omit.
What's the news? None, my lord, but that the world's grown honest, Then is doomsday near.
For honesty coupled to beauty, is to have honey a sauce to sugar.
An honest man, sir, is able to speak for himself, when a knave is not.
That is my home of love: if I have ranged, Like him that travels I return again, Just to the time, not with the time exchanged.
A good heart 'is worth gold.