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
Yet writers say, as in the sweetest bud The eating canter dwells, so eating love Inhabits in the finest wits of all.
Anger's my meat. I sup upon myself, And so shall starve with feeding.
My cake is dough, but I'll in among the rest, Out of hope of all but my share of the feast.
What say you to a piece of beef and mustard?
Fat paunches have lean pates, and dainty bits Make rich the ribs, but backrout quite the wits.
He that keeps not crust nor crum Weary of all, shall want some.
If you love an addle egg as well as you love an idle head, you would eat chickens i' th' shell.
I almost die for food, and let me have it!
Unquiet meals make ill digestions.
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.
The rude sea grew civil at her song,And certain stars shot madly from their spheresTo hear the sea-maid's music.
The robb'd that smiles steals something from the thief: He robs himself that spends a bootless grief
The robb'd that smiles, steals something from the thief