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
From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud pied April, dressed in all his trim, Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing.
Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor; for 'tis the mind that makes the body rich
Tis beauty that doth oft make women proud; but, God He knows, thy share thereof is small.
Be lion-mettled, proud, and take no care Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are!
Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds.
He that is proud eats up himself; pride in his glass, his trumpet, his chronicle; and whatever praises itself but in the deed, devours the deed in the praise
Not proud you have, but thankful that you have. Proud can I never be of what I hate, but thankful even for hate that is meant love.
He that is proud eats up himself: pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his own chronicle.
Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania
Man, proud man, Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assured.
Small things make base men proud.
She says I am not fair, that I lack manners; She calls me proud, and that she could not love me, Were man as rare as Phoenix.
O Death, made proud with pure and princely beauty!
Report of fashions in proud Italy Whose manners still our tardy-apish nation Limps after in base imitation