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
And where two waging fires meet togetherThey do consume the thing that feeds their fury.Though little fire grows great with little wind,Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all.
Boy, what sign is it when a man of great spirit grows melancholy?
Murder's out of tune, and sweet revenge grows harsh
The world is grown so bad, that wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch.Since every Jack became a gentleman,There's many a gentle person made a Jack.
Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; When little fears grow great, great love grows there.
For though the camomile, the more it is trodden on the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears.
O, my lord, You said that idle weeds are fast in growth: The prince my brother hath outgrown me far.
Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear.
Tears water our growth.
They are but beggars that can count their worth, but my true love is grown to such excess, I cannot sum up half my sum of wealth.
No profit grows where there is no pleasure taken
No profit grows where no pleasure is taken; In brief, sir, study what you most affect
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.