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
Our wills and fates do so contrary runThat our devices still are overthrown;Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own.
Out of my lean and low abilityI'll lend you something.
Our bodies are our gardens... our wills are our gardeners.
Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I ha lost my reputation, I ha lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial!
Forty thousand brothersCould not, with all their quantity of love,Make up my sum.
For there was never yet philosopher that could endure the toothache patiently.
For there was never yet a philosopher - that could endure the toothache patiently
For we which now behold these present days have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.
For 'Tis the sport to have the engineer hoisted with his own petard.
Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break.
Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself Till by broad spreading it disperse to naught
God be prais'd, that to believing souls, Gives light in darkness, comfort in despair
I go, and it is done; the bell invites me.Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knellThat summons thee to heaven or to hell.
If thou remember'st not the slightest folly that ever love did make thee run into, thou hast not loved.