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
Why, what should be the fear? I do not set my life at a pin's fee.
By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me.
Thrift, thrift, Horatio! The funeral bak'd meats did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.
To take arms against a sea of troubles.
For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.
There's never a villain dwelling in all Denmark But he's an arrant knave.
Tis now the very witching time of night, when churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world.
But to my mind, though I am native here, And to the manner born, it is a custom, More honored in the breach than the observance.
Angels and ministers of grace defend us.
I must be cruel only to be kind; Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.
Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will.
What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted! Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just, and he but naked, though locked up in steel, whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
The purest treasure mortal times afford, is spotless reputation; that away, men are but gilded loam or painted clay.