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
Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies; Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies
Let witchcraft join with beauty, lust with both!
The will is infinite and the execution confin'd, the desire is boundless and the act a slave to limit.
Tears harden lust, though marble wear with raining.
The blood of youth burns not with such excess as gravity's revolt to wantonness.
Light and lust are deadly enemies.
But we have reason to cool our raging motions, our carnal stings, our unbitted lusts; whereof I take this that you call love to bea sect or scion.... It is merely a lust of the blood and a permission of the will.
One sin, I know, another doth provoke. Murder's as near to lust as flame to smoke.
O, the difference of man and man! To thee a woman's services are due.
The expense of spirit in a waste of shameIs lust in action.
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.
The purest treasure mortal times afford, is spotless reputation; that away, men are but gilded loam or painted clay.
The rude sea grew civil at her song,And certain stars shot madly from their spheresTo hear the sea-maid's music.
The robb'd that smiles steals something from the thief: He robs himself that spends a bootless grief