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
The robb'd that smiles steals something from the thief: He robs himself that spends a bootless grief
And what art thou, thou idol Ceremony? What kind of god art thou, that suffer'st more Of mortal griefs than do thy worshippers?
Grief best is pleased with grief's society ...
Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead, excessive grief the enemy to the living.
Join not with grief, fair woman, do not so, To make my end too sudden.
Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief
The gallantry of his grief did put me into a towering passion.
I am not mad; I would to heaven I were! For then, 'tis like I should forget myself; O, if I could, what grief should I forget!
No, no; 'tis all men's office to speak patience To those that wring under the load of sorrow, But no man's virtue nor sufficiency To be so moral when he shall endure The like himself. Therefore give me no counsel: My griefs cry louder than advertisement.
Patch grief with proverbs.
Aand in the end, Having my freedom, boast of nothing else But that I was a journeyman to grief?
You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age; wretched in both.
What's gone, and what's past help, Should be past grief.
Well, every one can master a grief but he that has it.