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
Here, thou incestuous, murderous, damned Dane, Drink off this potion!
Take you me for a sponge?
They have a plentiful lack of wit.
You had measured how long a fool you were upon the ground.
To be wise and love exceeds man's might.
Whereat, with blade, with bloody blameful blade,He bravely broached his boiling bloody breast.
We defy augury. There's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'Tis not to come. If it be not to come, it will be now. If it be not now, yet it will come. The readiness is all.
Over hill, over dale,Thorough bush, thorough brier,Over park, over pale,Thorough flood, thorough fire,I do wander everywhere.
Own more than thou showest, speak less than thou knowest.
O, what authority and show of truth can cunning sin cover itself withal!
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,As I foretold you, were all spirits andAre melted into air, into thin air:And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,The solemn temples, the great globe itself,Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolveAnd, like this insubstantial pageant faded,Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuffAs dreams are made on, and our little lifeIs rounded with a sleep.
They seek for rule, supremacy, and sway, When they are bound to serve, love, and obey
They say the tongues of dying men enforce attention, like deep harmony: Where words are scarce, they're seldom spent in vain.
They say miracles are past; and we have our philosophical persons, to make modern and familiar, things supernatural and causeless.