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
There's not one wise man among twenty will praise himself.
Yond' Cassius has a lean and hungry look; He thinks too much: such men are dangerous
We came into the world like brother and brother;And now let's go hand in hand, not one before another.
I would I could not think it: that thought is bounty's foe;Being free itself, it thinks all others so.
I would my horse had the speed of your tongue . . .
My comfort is, that old age, that ill layer-up of beauty, can do no more spoil upon my face
My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep. The more I give thee, the more I have, For both are infinite
Why then the worlds mine oyster, Which I with sword shall open.
Who knows himself a braggart,Let him fear this, for it will come to passthat every braggart shall be found an ass.
Who is Silvia? What is she, / That all our swains commend her? / Holy, fair, and wise is she.
When the blood burns, how prodigal the soulLends the tongue vows.
Like to the time o' the year between the extremesOf hot and cold, he was not sad nor merry.
I will wear my heart upon my sleeve for daws to peck at.
I wish you all the joy you can wish.