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
A contract of eternal bond of love, Confirm'd by mutual joinder of your hands, Arrested by the holy close of lips, Strength'ned by the interchangement of your rings, And all the ceremony of this compact Seal'd in my function, by my testimony.
A light wife doth make a heavy husband.
He is the half part of a blessed man, Left to be finished by such as she; And she a fair divided excellence, Whose fullness of perfection lies in him.
The world must be peopled. When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.
As a walled town is more worthier than a village, so is the forehead of a married man more honorable than the bare brow of a bachelor.
Since I do purpose to marry, I will think nothing to any purpose that the world can say against it; and therefore never floutat me for what I have said against it; for man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion.
Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine, Whose weakness, married to thy stronger state, Makes me with thy strength to communicate.
Lord, I could not endure a husband with a beard on his face! I had rather lie in the woolen.
Well, while I live I'll fear no other thing So sore as keeping safe Nerissa's ring.
Fools are as like husbands as pilchards are to herrings, the husband's the bigger.
I will be master of what is mine own: She is my goods, my chattels; she is my house, My household stuff, my field, my barn, My horse, my ox, my ass, my any thing.
This is a way to kill a wife with kindness.
I have thrust myself into this maze, Haply to wive and thrive as best I may.
The curse of marriage That we can call these delicate creatures ours And not their appetites!