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
Brevity is the soul of wit, and tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes.
Is it not strange that sheep's guts should hale souls out of men's bodies?
A wretched soul bruised with adversity,We bid be quiet when we hear it cry;But were we burdened with like weight of pain,As much, or more, we should ourselves complain.
My grief lies all within, And these external manners of lament Are merely shadows to the unseen grief That swells with silence in the tortured soul
Love denied blights the soul we owe to God.
For thou hast given me in this beauteous face A world of earthly blessings to my soul, If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.
This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven.
Hear my soul speak. Of the very instant that I saw you, did my heart fly at your service
I have unclasp'd to thee the book even of my secret soul.
There is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distill it out.
Love all. Trust a few. Do wrong to none. This above all: to thine own self be true. No legacy is so rich as honesty. Brevity is the soul of wit
There is no creature loves me; And if I die, no soul will pity me.
I do know when the blood burns, how prodigal the soul lends the tongue vows.
Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing.