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
Myself--a prince by fortune of my birth, Near to the king in blood, and near in love Till you did make him misinterpret me-- Have stooped my neck under your injuries And sighed my English breath in foreign clouds, Eating the bitter bread of banishment, Whilst you have fed upon my signories, Disparked my parks and felled my forest woods, From my own windows torn my household coat, Rased out my imprese, leaving me no sign, Save men's opinions and my living blood, To show the world I am a gentleman.
Away! Thou'rt poison to my blood.
There is no more mercy in him than there is milk in a male tiger.
For such things as you, I can scarce think there's any, ye're so slight.
You wear out a good wholesome forenoon in hearing a cause between an orange wife and a fosset-seller.
You abilities are too infant-like for doing much alone.
Dissembling harlot, thou art false in all!
The expense of spirit in a waste of shameIs lust in action.
We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart.
It is a kind of good deed to say well; and yet words are not deeds.
The valiant never taste of death but once.
God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another.
I give unto my wife my second best bed with the furniture.
But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.