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
Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn the power of man.
Though it make the unskillful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve.
Laughing faces do not mean that there is absence of sorrow! But it means that they have the ability to deal with it
The horn, the horn, the lusty horn Is not a thing to laugh to scorn.
Present mirth hath present laughter. What's to come is still unsure.
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come. And let my liver rather heat with wine, than my heart cool with mortifying groans.
Were't not for laughing, I should pity him.
He hath disgrac'd me and hind'red me half a million; laugh'd at my losses, mock'd at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated my enemies. And what's his reason? I am a Jew.
We will all laugh at gilded butterflies.
So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh at gilded butterflies.
Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that.
O Mistress mine, where are you roaming? O, stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low: Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know. What is love? 'Tis not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter; What's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies not plenty; Then, come kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth's a stuff will not endure.
His jest shall savour but a shallow wit, when thousands more weep than did laugh it.
A Loud Laugh Bespeaks a Vacant Mind!