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
How use doth breed a habit in man!
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank.Here will we sit, and let the sounds of musicCreep in our ears; soft stillness, and the nightBecome the touches of sweet harmony.
How soon my sorrow hath destroyed my face
How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,Like softest music to attending ears!
I could not endure a husband with a beard on his face: I had rather lie in the woolen
I could a tale unfold whose lightest wordWould harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres.
I do not much dislike the matter, but the manner of his speech.
Come, my coach! Good-night, ladies; good-night, sweet ladies; good-night, good-night.
Come, let's have one other gaudy night. Call to me. All my sad captains. Fill our bowls once more. Let's mock the midnight bell.
Come, come, good wine is a good familiar creature if it be well used; exclaim no more against it
The undiscovered country form whose born no traveler returns.
These high wild hills and rough uneven waysDraw out our miles and make them wearisome;But yet your fair discourse hath been as sugar,Making the hard way sweet and delectable.
All is not well;I doubt some foul play.
All is but toys: renown, and grace, is dead; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of