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
He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter.
Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead, excessive grief the enemy to the living.
...too much sadness hath congealed your blood,And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.
Sometimes we are devils to ourselves When we will tempt the frailty of our powers, Presuming on their changeful potency.
Zounds! sir, you are one of those that will not serve God if the devil bid you.
And oftentimes excusing of a fault Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse, As patches set upon a little breach, Discredit more in hiding of the fault Than did the fault before it was so patch'd.
Every thing that grows / Holds in perfection but a little moment.
Is not birth, beauty, good shape, discourse, Manhood, learning, gentleness, virtue, youth, liberality, and such like, the spice and salt that season a man
A blind man can't forget the eyesight he lost, show me any beautiful girl. How can her beauty not remind me of the one whose beauty surpasses hers?
Appetite, a universal wolf.
Set your heart at rest. The fairyland buys not the child of me.
They are fairies; he that speaks to them shall die. I'll wink and couch; no man their works must eye.
Speak comfortable words.
A table-full of welcome!