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
How wayward is this foolish love that, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse and presently, all humble, kiss the rod.
Melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.
Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so; Pardon is still the nurse of second woe.
This blessèd plot, this earth, this realm, this England This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, . . . This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land.
Time is the nurse and breeder of all good.
O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frightened thee, 1710. That thou no more will weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness?
Liberty plucks justice by the nose; The baby beats the nurse, and quite athwart Goes all decorum.
O sleep! O gentle sleep! Nature's soft nurse.
...too much sadness hath congealed your blood,And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.
O comfort-killing night, image of hell, Dim register and notary of shame, Black stage for tragedies and murders fell, Vast sin-concealing chaos, nurse of blame!
What a disgrace it is to me to remember thy name.
We were not born to sue, but to command.
In nature's infinite book of secrecy A little I can read.
And nature must obey necessity.