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
Sorrow ebbs, being blown with wind of words.
Affliction may one day smile again; and till then, sit thee down, sorrow!.
Gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite The man that mocks at it and sets it light.
Like a red morn that ever yet betokened, Wreck to the seaman, tempest to the field, Sorrow to the shepherds, woe unto the birds, Gusts and foul flaws to herdmen and to herds.
Laughing faces do not mean that there is absence of sorrow! But it means that they have the ability to deal with it
Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noontide night.
Short time seems long in sorrow's sharp sustaining.
For sorrow ends not, when it seemeth done.
No deeper wrinkles yet? Hath sorrow struck So many blows upon this face of mine And made no deeper wounds?
Or are you like the painting of a sorrow, a face without a heart?
Parting is such sweet sorrow
When you depart from me sorrow abides and happiness takes his leave.
So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep. But they are creul tears. This sorrow's heavenly; it strikes where it doth love.
This feather stirs; she lives! if it be so, it is a chance which does redeem all sorrows that ever I have felt.