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
Beauty is all very well at first sight; but whoever looks at it when it has been in the house three days?
Macbeth to Witches: What are these So wither'd and so wild in their attire, That look not like th' inhabitants o' th' earth, And yet are on 't?
O, what a world of vile ill-favored faults, looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year!
Set honour in one eye and death i' the other, And I will look on both indifferently.
The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove.
Look to her, Moor, if thou has eyes to see. She has deceived her father, and may thee.
Why should you think that I should woo in scorn? Scorn and derision never come in tears: Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born, In their nativity all truth appears. How can these things in me seem scorn to you, Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true?
But 'tis common proof, that lowliness is young ambition's ladder, whereto the climber-upward turns his face; but when he once attains the upmost round, he then turns his back, looks in the clouds, scorning the vase defrees by which he did ascend.
O, teach me how you look, and with what art You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart."-Helena
He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again.
To beguile the time, look like the time.
As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, / I must not look to have; but, in their stead, / Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, / Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not" (5.3.25-28).
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell. Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace, Yet Grace must still look so.
I go, I go, look how I go, swifter than an arrow from a bow