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
And, looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, "It is ten o'clock: Thus we may see," quoth he, "how the world wags."
Time be thine, And thy best graces spend it at thy will.
Time ... thou ceaseless lackey to eternity.
Time's the king of men; he's both their parent, and he is their grave, and gives them what he will, not what they crave.
Time is like a fashionable host That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arm outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer.
Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past, which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon as done.
The whirligig of time brings in his revenges.
The time is out of joint : O cursed spite, that ever I was born to set it right!
The extreme parts of time extremely forms all causes to the purpose of his speed.
Short time seems long in sorrow's sharp sustaining.
Ruin has taught me to ruminate, That Time will come and take my love away. This thought is as a death, which cannot choose But weep to have that which it fears to lose.
Nothing 'gainst Times scythe can make defence.
O, call back yesterday, bid time return
What's gone, and what's past help, Should be past grief.