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
Is there no pity sitting in the clouds That sees into the bottom of my grief? O sweet my mother, cast me not away! Delay this marriage for a month, a week, Or if you do not, make the bridal bed In that dim monument where Tybalt lies.
so full of shapes is fancy
And where two raging fires meet together, they do consume the thing that feeds their fury.
Your gentleness shall force More than your force move us to gentleness.
The eye sees all, but the mind shows us what we want to see.
But 'tis common proof, that lowliness is young ambition's ladder, whereto the climber-upward turns his face; but when he once attains the upmost round, he then turns his back, looks in the clouds, scorning the vase defrees by which he did ascend.
Up and down, up and down I will lead them up and down I am feared in field in town Goblin, lead them up and down
Love's not love When it is mingled with regards that stand Aloof from th' entire point.
Awake, dear heart, awake. Thou hast slept well. Awake.
Seems," madam? Nay, it is; I know not "seems." 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forced breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected 'havior of the visage, Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief, That can denote me truly: these indeed seem, For they are actions that a man might play: But I have that within which passeth show; These but the trappings and the suits of woe.
But men may construe things after their fashion, Clean from the purpose of the things themselves.
Put money in thy purse.
All that glitters is not gold.
Master, go on, and I will follow thee To the last gasp with truth and loyalty.