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 little dogs and all, Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart-see, they bark at me.
Let's meet as little as we can
I'll speak in a monstrous little voice.
And oftentimes excusing of a fault Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse, As patches set upon a little breach, Discredit more in hiding of the fault Than did the fault before it was so patch'd.
Every thing that grows / Holds in perfection but a little moment.
I do profess to be no less than I seem; to serve him truly that will put me in trust: to love him that is honest; to converse with him that is wise, and says little; to fear judgment; to fight when I cannot choose; and to eat no fish.
Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.
A peevish self-willed harlotry it is. *She’s a stubborn little brat.*
Cordelia! stay a little. Ha! What is't thou say'st? Her voice was ever soft.
A little more than kin, a little less than kind.
for Mercutio's soul Is but a little way above our heads, Staying for thine to keep him company: Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.
Why, i' faith, methinks she's too low for a high praise, too brown for a fair praise and too little for a great praise: only this commendation I can afford her, that were she other than she is, she were unhandsome; and being no other but as she is, I do not like her. (Benedick, from Much Ado About Nothing)
A very little thief of occasion will rob you of a great deal of patience.
To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof little more than a little is by much too much.