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
...an old man is twice a child.
Let us our lives, our souls, Our debts, our careful wives, Our children, and our sins, lay on the King!
Set your heart at rest. The fairyland buys not the child of me.
Dreams are the children of idled minds.
The voice of parents is the voice of gods, for to their children they are heaven's lieutenants.
Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty look, repeats his words, Remembers me of his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form
True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who woos Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his side to the dew-dropping south.
I would there were no age between sixteen and three-and-twenty, or that youth would sleep out the rest; for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting
Children wish fathers looked but with their eyes; fathers that children with their judgment looked; and either may be wrong.
Barnes are blessings.
What thing, in honor, had my father lost, That need to be revived and breathed in me?
Those that do teach young babes Do it with gentle means and easy tasks.
Tis much when sceptres are in children's hands, But more when envy breeds unkind division: There comes the ruin, there begins confusion.
Woe to that land that's governed by a child.