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
Not proud you have, but thankful that you have. Proud can I never be of what I hate, but thankful even for hate that is meant love.
My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy.
World, world, O world! But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee/ Life would not yield to age.
But when I tell him he hates flatterers, He says he does, being then most flattered
Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee;Corruption wins not more than honesty.
O, let him pass. He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
I hate ingratitude more in a person; than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness, or, any taint of vice whose strong corruption inhabits our frail blood.
Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate! O any thing, of nothing first create! O heavy lightness, serious vanity, Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms, Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health, Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is! This love feel I, that feel no love in this.
Gloucester, we have done deeds of charity, made peace of enmity, fair love of hate, between these swelling wrong-incensed peers.
By Heaven, my soul is purg'd from grudging hate; And with my hand I seal my true heart's love
I am misanthropos, and hate mankind, For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog, That I might love thee something.
And therefore, — since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, — I am determined to prove a villain, And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
If the masses can love without knowing why, they also hate without much foundation.
Then hate me when thou wilt, if ever, now, ...