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
Fear no more the heat o the sun, nor the furious winter's rages. Thou thy worldly task hast done, home art gone and taken thy wages.
Farewell the tranquil mind; farewell content!Farewell the plumed troop and the big warsThat make ambition virtue!
Fashion wears out more clothes than the man.
O! that way madness lies; let me shun that.
O powerful love,that in some respects makes a beast a man,in some other, a man a beast.
O sleep, O gentle sleep, nature's soft nurse, how have I frightened thee, that thou no more wilt weigh my eye-lids down and steep my senses in forgetfulness?
O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio is dead! That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds which too untimely here did scorn the earth.
Oft expectation fails, and most oft where most it promises; and oft it hits where hope is coldest; and despair most sits
O God! methinks it were a happy life,To be no better than a homely swain;To sit upon a hill, as I do now,To carve out dials quaintly, point by point,Thereby to see the minutes how they run,How many make the hour full complete;How many hours bring about the day;How many days will finish up the year;How many years a mortal man may live.
O God! I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams
Brevity is the soul of wit, and tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes.
Boy, what sign is it when a man of great spirit grows melancholy?
Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny.
Be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.