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
But to my mind, though I am native here, And to the manner born, it is a custom, More honored in the breach than the observance.
How is it that the clouds still hang on you?
I must be cruel only to be kind; Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.
I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum.
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will.
From this time forth My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!
Nymph, in thy orisons be all my sins remembered!
Thrift, thrift, Horatio! The funeral bak'd meats did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.
'Tis better to bear the ills we have than fly to others that we know not of.
I shall the effect of this good lesson keeps as watchman to my heart.
I do not set my life at a pin's fee, And for my soul, what can it do to that, Being a thing immortal as itself?
What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven?
Pray, love, remember: and there is pansies, that's for thoughts.