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
Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust? And, live we how we can, yet die we must.
What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her?
A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm
A happy ending cannot come in the middle of the story
O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention, A kingdom for a stage, princes to act And monarchs to behold the swelling scene!
Let life be short, else shame will be too long.
We will have rings and things and fine array
O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest, And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death!
to early seen unknown...and known to late
How much salt water thrown away in waste/ To season love, that of it doth not taste.
Lovers and madmen have such seething brains Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends.
I have drunk and seen the spider.
Too nice, and yet too true!
Fair is foul, and foul is fair, hover through fog and filthy air.