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, good my brother, do not, as some ungracious pastors do. Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven whilst like a puffed and reckless libertine himself the primrose path of dalliance treads and wrecks not his own.
For you and I are past our dancing days.
I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was.
The past is prologue.
The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet.
What's past and what's to come is strew'd with husks And formless ruin of oblivion.
When remedies are past, the griefs are ended By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended.
Past all shame, so past all truth.
Enjoy'd no sooner but despised straight, Past reason hunted, and no sooner had Past reason hated
They say miracles are past.
What is past is prologue.
Doubting things go ill often hurts more Than to be sure they do; for certainties Either are past remedies, or, timely knowing, The remedy then born.
O my good lord, that comfort comes too late, 'Tis like a pardon after execution. That gentle physic, given in time, had cured me; But now I am past all comforts here but prayers.
Now I am past all comforts here, but prayer.