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
The sea all water, yet receives rain still,And in abundance addeth to his store,So thou being rich in will add to thy willOne will of mine to make thy large will more.
Why then the worlds mine oyster, Which I with sword shall open.
I might not this believeWithout the sensible and true avouchOf mine own eyes.
What power is it which mounts my love so high, that makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye
. . . I am bound upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears do scald like molten lead.
There's not a note of mine that's worth the noting.
He that commends me to mine own content Commends me to the thing I cannot get.
This thing of darkness I acknowlege mine. There is nothing more confining than the prison we don't know we are in.
I understand thy kisses, and thou mine, And that's a feeling disputation.
Why, then the world ’s mine oyster, Which I with sword will open.
A friend should bear a friend's infirmities, But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
Knowing I loved my books, he furnished me,From mine own library with volumes thatI prize above my dukedom.
I am not worthy of the wealth I owe, nor dare I say 'tis mine, and yet it is; but, like a timorous thief, most fain would steal what law does vouch mine own.
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.