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 this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.
Was ever book containing such vile matterSo fairly bound? O, that deceit should dwellIn such a gorgeous palace!
O, let my books be then the eloquence and dumb presages of my speaking breast.
Bell, book and candle shall not drive me back, When gold and silver becks me to come on.
Keep thy foot out of brothels, thy hand out of plackets, thy pen from lender's books, and defy the foul fiend.
The painful warrior famous for fight, After a thousand victories, once foil'd, Is from the books of honor razed quite, And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd
You kiss by th' book.
Trust not my reading, nor my observations, Which with experimental seal do warrant The tenor of my book.
This rough magic I here abjure and when I have required some heavenly music, which even now I do, to work mine end upon their senses that this airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, bury it certain fathoms in the earth, and deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.
Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books, But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.
I'll be supposed upon a book, his face is the worst thing about him.
Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books;But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.
A beggar's book outworths a noble's blood.
From women's eyes this doctrine I derive: They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain and nourish all the world.