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
Jesters do oft prove prophets.
Praise us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove.
Words are grown so false, I am loath to prove reason with them.
This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
O devil, devil! If that the earth could teem with woman's tears, each drop she falls would prove a crocodile.
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.
For to define true madness, What is't but to be nothing else but mad?
As true as steel, as plantage to the moon, As sun to day, at turtle to her mate, As iron to adamant, as earth to centre.
Plutus himself, That knows the tinct and multiplying med'cine, Hath not in nature's mystery more science Than I have in this ring.
Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck, And yet methinks I have astronomy. But not to tell of good or evil luck, Of plagues, of dearths, or season's quality; Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell ... Or say with princes if it shall go well ...
I am a kind of burr; I shall stick.