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
Doth not the appetite alter? A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age
Crabbed age and youth cannot live together; Youth is full of pleasance, age full of care; Youth like the summer morn, age like winter weather; Youth like summer brave, age like winter bare
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety. Other women cloy the appetites they feed, but she makes hungry where most she satisfies.
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety, other women cloy
A good old man, sir. He will be talking. As they say, when the age is in, the wit is out.
You cannot call it love, for at your age the heyday in the blood is tame
Let every eye negotiate for itself and trust no agent.
Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance?
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety.
You will never age for me, nor fade, nor die.
The old folk, time's doting chronicles.
For youth no less becomes The light and careless livery that it wears, Than settled age his sables, and his weeds Importing health and graveness.
But say, my lord, it were not regist'red, Methinks the truth should live from age to age, As 'twere retailed to all posterity, Even to the general all-ending day.
Foul fiend of France and hag of all despite, Encompassed with thy lustful paramours, Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age And twit with cowardice a man half dead?