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 hand of little employment hath the daintier sense.
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!
To have seen much and to have nothing is to have rich eyes and poor hands.
That god forbid, that made me first your slave, I should in thought control your times of pleasure, Or at your hand th' account of hours to crave, Being your vassal bound to stay your leisure.
A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us; His dew falls everywhere.
If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep, My dreams presage some joyful news at hand. My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne, And all this day an unaccustomed spirit Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.
O heresy in fair, fit for these days, A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise.
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!
The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good. Pity is the virtue of the law, and none but tyrants use it cruelly.
That we would do We should do when we would, for this 'would' changes, And hath abatements and delays as many As there are tongues, are hands, are accidents, And then this 'should' is like a spendthrift sigh, That hurts by easing.