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
Doth not the appetite alter? A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age
Doubt that the stars are fire, doubt that the sun doth move, doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt I love.
I wasted time, and now doth Time waste me: For now hath Time made me his numb'ring clock; My thoughts are minutes
O! beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock the meat it feeds on
Day doth daily draw my sorrows longer, And night doth nightly make grief's length seem stronger
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; the thief doth fear each bush an officer.
The lady doth protest too much, me thinks
No, 'tis slander, Whose edge is sharper than the sword, whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile, whose breath Rides on the posting winds and doth belie All corners of the world; kings, queens, and states, Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the
Go to your bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know
How use doth breed a habit in man!
The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.
The guilt being great, the fear doth still exceed; And extreme fear can neither fight nor fly, But coward-like with trembling terror die
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.