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
What's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet
Sometimes when we are labeled, when we are branded our brand becomes our calling.
But will they come when you do call for them?
Do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Come, let's have one other gaudy night. Call to me. All my sad captains. Fill our bowls once more. Let's mock the midnight bell.
And nothing can we call our own but deathAnd that small model of the barren earthWhich serves as paste and cover to our bones.For God's sake, let us sit upon the groundAnd tell sad stories of the death of kings.
To climb steep hills requires slow pace at first.
When our actions do not, Our fears do make us traitors
When my love swears that she is made of truth, I do believe her, though know she lies
Done to death by slanderous tongue
Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting That would not let me sleep.
There is plenty of time to sleep in the grave
Seek happy nights to happy days.W
Yet but three come one more. Two of both kinds make up four. Ere she comes curst and sad. Cupid is a knavish lad. Thus to make poor females mad.