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
Good morrow, 'tis Saint Valentine's Day, All in the morn betime, And I a maid at your window, To be your valentine.
And thus I clothe my naked villainy With odd old ends stol'n out of holy writ; And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.
Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
Great men may jest with saints; 'tis wit in them; But, in the less foul profanation.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot; Follow your spirit: and upon this charge, Cry — God for Harry! England and Saint George!
Advance our standards, set upon our foes; Our ancient word of courage, fair Saint George, Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons!
To-morrow is Saint Valentine's day, All in the morning betime, And I a maid at your window, To be your Valentine.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,Straining upon the start. The game's afoot:Follow your spirit; and upon this chargeCry "God for Harry! England and Saint George!
You, mistress, That have the office opposite to Saint Peter, And keep the gate of hell!
To climb steep hills requires slow pace at first.
What's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet
When our actions do not, Our fears do make us traitors
When my love swears that she is made of truth, I do believe her, though know she lies
Done to death by slanderous tongue