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
Who finds the heifer dead and bleeding fresh And sees fast-by a butcher with an axe, But will suspect 'twas he that made the slaughter?
I fill up a place, which may be better... when I have made it empty.
The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good.
O Death, made proud with pure and princely beauty!
For there was never yet philosoper That could endure the toothache patiently, However they have writ the style of gods, And made a push at chance and sufferance.
And too soon Marred are those so early Made.
I would that I were low laid in my grave. I am not worth this coil that's made for me.
The devil knew what he did when he made men politic; he crossed himself by it.
Alas, the frailty is to blame, not we For such as we are made of, such we be
You are made Rather to wonder at the things you hear Than to work any.
No reckoning made, but sent to my account with all my imperfections on my head.
Never anger made good guard for itself.
I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
What made me love thee? let that persuade thee, there's something extraordinary in thee