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 hold it cowardice To rest mistrustful where a noble heart Hath pawned an open hand in sign of love.
Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh.
Well could he ride, and often men would say, "That horse his mettle from his rider takes: Proud of subjection, noble by the sway, What rounds, what bounds, what course, what stop he makes!" And controversy hence a question takes, Whether the horse by him became his deed, Or he his manage by the well-doing steed.
I will be brief. Your noble son is mad.
What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god -- the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals!
A beggar's book outworths a noble's blood.
Think'st thou it honourable for a noble man Still to remember wrongs?
For a noble heart, the most precious gift becomes poor, when the giver stops loving.
For my own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men.
Know my name is lost, By treason's tooth bare-gnawn and canker-bit; Yet am I noble as the adversary I come to cope.
Men so noble, However faulty, yet should find respect For what they have been: 'tis a cruelty To load a falling man.
Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off ... Do not for ever with thy vailed lids Seek for thy noble father in the dust.
In right and service to their noble country.
Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night sweet prince, And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.