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
whats here a cup closed in my true loves hand poisin i see hath been his timeless end. oh churl drunk all and left no friendly drop to help me after. i will kiss thy lips some poisin doth hang on them, to help me die with a restorative. thy lips are warm. yea noise then ill be brief oh happy dagger this is thy sheath. there rust and let me die.
So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, and Robin shall restore amends.
Two households, both alike in dignity In fair Verona, where we lay our scene From ancient grudge break to new mutiny Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand?
All men's faces are true, whatsome'er their hands are.
Let's go hand in hand, not one before another.
The fragrance of the rose lingers on the hand that casts it
Will Fortune never come with both hands full, But write her fair words still in foulest terms?
All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand! Oh, oh, oh!
My nature is subdued to what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
I'll follow thee and make a heaven of hell, To die upon the hand I love so well
Ere I could make thee open thy white hand, and clap thyself my love; then didst thou utter, I am your's for ever!
Out, damned spot! out, I say!
See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek!