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
O powerful love,that in some respects makes a beast a man,in some other, a man a beast.
The icy precepts of respect.
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause; there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life
Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you?
Then others for breath of words respect, Me for my dumb thoughts, speaking in effect.
Mine honour is my life; both grow in one; Take honour from me, and my life is done.
You have too much respect upon the world; They lose it that do buy it with much care
Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows
Every one can master a grief but he that has it
The blood more stirsTo rouse a lion than to start a hare!
The better part of valor is discretion, in the which better part I have saved my life
Still have I borne it with a patient shrug,For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe.
Striving to be better, oft we mar what's well.
That, if then I had waked after a long sleep, will make me sleep again; and then, in dreaming, the clouds me thought would open and show riches ready to drop upon me; that, when I waked I cried to dream again.