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
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud;Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,And loathsome canker lies in sweetest bud.All men make faults.
The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose.
He wears the rose Of youth upon him.
But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd Than that which withering on the virgin thorn Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.
Their lips were four red roses on a stalk.
I'll say she looks as clear as morning roses newly washed with dew.
At Christmas, I no more desire a rose.
Of all the flowers, me thinks a rose is best.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks...
What, no more ceremony? See, my women! Against the blown rose may they stop their nose That kneel'd unto the buds.
Pray, love, remember: and there is pansies, that's for thoughts.
The fragrance of the rose lingers on the hand that casts it
What's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet
There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember.