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
To think but nobly of my grandmother: Good wombs have borne bad sons.
I will be brief. Your noble son is mad.
Happy are those who hear their detractions and can put them to mending.
Benvolio- "By my head, here come the Capulets." Mercutio- "By my heel, I care not.
By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me.
I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
a girl takes too much time to love and a few seconds to hate. but a boy takes a few seconds to love and too much time to hate.
Let me twine Mine arms about that body, where against My grained ash an hundred times hath broke And scarr'd the moon with splinters: here I clip The anvil of my sword, and do contest As hotly and as nobly with thy love As ever in ambitious strength I did Contend against thy valour. Know thou first, I loved the maid I married; never man Sigh'd truer breath; but that I see thee here, Thou noble thing! more dances my rapt heart Than when I first my wedded mistress saw Bestride my threshold.
Why should you think that I should woo in scorn? Scorn and derision never come in tears: Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born, In their nativity all truth appears. How can these things in me seem scorn to you, Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true?
...and then, in dreaming, / The clouds methought would open and show riches / Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked / I cried to dream again.
And by that destiny to perform an act Whereof what's past is prologue, what to come In yours and my discharge.
Death is my son-in-law. Death is my heir. My daughter he hath wedded. I will die, And leave him all. Life, living, all is Death’s.
O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!" - Cassio (Act II, Scene iii)
For trust not him that hath once broken faith