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
The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law. - Romeo
There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple. If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Good things will strive to dwell with't
Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides: Who cover faults, at last shame them derides.
You have too much respect upon the world; They lose it that do buy it with much care
The moon shines bright. In such a night as this. When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees and they did make no noise, in such a night...
Can I go forward when my heart is here?
Demetrius: Villain, what hast thou done? Aaron: That which thou canst not undo. Chiron: Thou hast undone our mother. Aaron: Villain, I have done thy mother.
You may my Glories and my State depose, But not my Griefes; still I am King of those.
There's little of the melancholy element in her, my lord: she is never sad but when she sleeps; and not ever sad then; for I have heard my daughter say, she hath often dreamt of unhappiness, and waked herself with laughing.
O God of battles! steel my soldiers’ hearts. Possess them not with fear.
For man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion.
Can I go forward when my heart is here? Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out.
Well, heaven forgive him! and forgive us all! Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall: Some run from brakes of ice, and answer none: And some condemned for a fault alone.
Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving,