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
Of all the flowers, me thinks a rose is best.
For we, which now behold these present days, Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.
How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes.
Is it not strange that sheep's guts could hail souls out of men's bodies?
But till all graces be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace. Rich she shall be, that's certain; wise, or I'll none; virtuous, or I'll never cheapen her; fair, or I'll never look on her; mild, or come not near me; noble, or not I for an angel; of good discourse, and excellent musician and her hair shall be of what colour it shall please God.
One half of me is yours, the other half is yours, Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours, And so all yours.
Love is not love that alters when it alteration finds.
Good company, good wine, good welcome, can make good people.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.
In delay there lies no plenty.
There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will.
Few love to hear the sins they love to act.
You will never age for me, nor fade, nor die.