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
I shall fallLike a bright exhalation in the evening,And no man see me more.
And thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges.
O powerful love,that in some respects makes a beast a man,in some other, a man a beast.
O God! methinks it were a happy life,To be no better than a homely swain;To sit upon a hill, as I do now,To carve out dials quaintly, point by point,Thereby to see the minutes how they run,How many make the hour full complete;How many hours bring about the day;How many days will finish up the year;How many years a mortal man may live.
Boy, what sign is it when a man of great spirit grows melancholy?
Doth not the appetite alter? A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age
There's not one wise man among twenty will praise himself.
Let the end try the man.
Manhood is melted into courtesies, valor into compliment, and men are only turned into tongue, and trim ones, too.
Let every man be master of his timeTill seven at night.
My grief lies all within, And these external manners of lament Are merely shadows to the unseen grief That swells with silence in the tortured soul
Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man
You are thought here to be the most senseless and fit man for the constable of the watch, therefore bear you the lantern.
It makes a man a coward. . . . It fills a man full of obstacles. It made me once restore a purse of gold that by chance I found. It beggars any man that keeps it. It is turned out of towns and cities for a dangerous thing, and every man that means to live well endeavors to trust to himself and live without it.