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
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.
Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight, For I never saw true beauty till this night
I will wear my heart upon my sleeve for daws to peck at.
What infinite heart's-ease Must kings neglect that private men enjoy! And what have kings that privates have not too, Save ceremony, save general ceremony?
With these shreds They vented their complainings, which being answered And a petition granted them, a strange one, To break the heart of generosity, And make bold power look pale, they threw their caps As they would hang them on the horns o' th' moon, Shouting their emulation.
I have full cause of weeping, but this heart shall break into a hundred thousand flaws or ere I'll weep.
Prosperity's the very bond of love, Whose fresh complexion and whose heart together Affliction alters.
An habitation giddy and unsure Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart.
Ingratitude, thou marble-hearted fiend ...
What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted! Thrice is he arm'd, that hath his quarrel just ...
I hold it cowardice To rest mistrustful where a noble heart Hath pawned an open hand in sign of love.
Love thrives not in the heart that shadows dreadeth
Set your heart at rest. The fairyland buys not the child of me.
By God, I cannot flatter, I do defy The tongues of soothers! but a braver place In my heart's love hath no man than yourself. Nay, task me to my word; approve me, lord.