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
Like a dull actor now, I have forgot my part, and I am out, Even to a full disgrace.
If it be true that good wine needs no bush, 'tis true that a good play needs no epilogue.
Suit the action to the word : the word to the action : with this special observance that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature.
What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her?
The Play's the Thing, wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King.
Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts.
Let those that play your clowns speak no more than is set down for them.
I can counterfeit the deep tragedian; Speak and look back, and pry on every side, Tremble and start, at wagging of a straw, Intending deep suspicion.
Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma or a hideous dream.
The play's the thing.
How strange or odd some'er I bear myself, As I perchance hereafter shall think meet To put an antic disposition on.
With this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature. for anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first and now, was and is, to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature.
What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted! Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just, and he but naked, though locked up in steel, whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
The purest treasure mortal times afford, is spotless reputation; that away, men are but gilded loam or painted clay.