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
And this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.
Was ever book containing such vile matterSo fairly bound? O, that deceit should dwellIn such a gorgeous palace!
O, let my books be then the eloquence and dumb presages of my speaking breast.
Trust not my reading, nor my observations, Which with experimental seal do warrant The tenor of my book.
Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books;But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.
Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.
How well he's read, to reason against reading!
I'll read enough When I do see the very book indeed Where all my sins are writ, and that's myself.
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
T'is true: there's magic in the web of it...
He hath not fed of the dainties that are bred in a book; he hath not eat paper, as it were; he hath not drunk ink.
In nature's infinite book of secrecyA little I can read.
What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted! Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just, and he but naked, though locked up in steel, whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
The purest treasure mortal times afford, is spotless reputation; that away, men are but gilded loam or painted clay.