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
For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lillies that fester smell far worse than weeds.
For truth hath better deeds than words to grace it.
Whatever praises itself but in the deed, devours the deed in the praise.
Is this the generation of love? Hot blood, hot thoughts and hot deeds? Why, they are vipers. Is love a generation of vipers?
Hot blood begets hot thoughts, And hot thoughts beget Hot deeds, And hot deeds is love.
All pity choked with custom of fell deeds.
How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds makes ill deeds done!
The attempt and not the deed confounds us.
Unnatural deeds Do breed unnatural troubles: infected minds To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets.
Words pay no debts, give her deeds.
A fellow by the hand of nature mark'd, Quoted, and sign'd, to do a deed of shame.
You undergo too strict a paradox, Striving to make an ugly deed look fair.
Talking isn't doing. It is a kind of good deed to say well; and yet words are not deeds.
Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done: perseverance, dear my lord, Ke