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
I am wrapped in dismal thinking.
Our enemies are our outward consciences.
More can I bear than you dare execute.
Things may serve long, but not serve ever.
An envious fever of pale and bloodless emulation.
This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory.
The earth, that is nature's mother, is her tomb.
Never anything can be amiss, when simpleness and duty tender it.
If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep, My dreams presage some joyful news at hand. My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne, And all this day an unaccustomed spirit Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.
A dream itself is but a shadow.
What is more miserable than discontent?
Your worm is your only emperor for diet; we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots.
The devil shall have his bargain; for he was never yet a breaker of proverbs--he will give the devil his due.
No man means evil but the devil, and we shall know him by his horns.