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
Thieves for their robbery have authority When judges steal themselves.
Heaven is above all yet; there sits a judge, That no king can corrupt.
Men judge by the complexion of the sky The state and inclination of the day:
For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel: Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him! This was the most unkindest cut of all
Were I the Moor I would not be Iago. In following him I follow but myself; Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty, But seeming so for my peculiar end. For when my outward action doth demonstrate The native act and figure of my heart In compliment extern, ’tis not long after But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at. I am not what I am
Don't judge a man's conscience by looking at his face cause he may have a bad heart.
There is a devilish mercy in the judge, if you'll implore it, that will free your life, but fetter you till death.
Gently to hear, kindly to judge.
So holy writ in babes hath judgment shown When judges have been babes; great floods have flown From simple sources, and great seas have dried When miracles have by the greatest been denied.
To offend and judge are distinct offices, And of opposed natures.
Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge of thine own cause.
With caution judge of probability. Things deemed unlikely, e'en impossible, experience oft hath proved to be true.
Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all.
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.