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 keep you in the rear of your affection, Out of the shot and danger of desire, The chariest maid is prodigal enough If she unmasks her beauty to the moon.
If one good deed in all my life I did, I do repent it from my very soul.
The one I love is the son of the one I hate! -Juliet p. 75
Give me that man that is not passion's slave, and I will wear him in my heart's core, in my heart of heart, as I do thee.
O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, / That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
Sycorax has grown into a hoop
Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty look, repeats his words, Remembers me of his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form
There is nothing serious in Mortality
I do love nothing in the world so well as you- is not that strange?
For which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?
where civil blood makes civil hands unclean
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream—For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause, there's the respect, That makes calamity of so long life
Golden lads and girls all must as chimney sweepers come to dust.
A pox o’ your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!