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
I grow, I prosper;Now, gods, stand up for bastards!
Well could I curse away a winter's night,Though standing naked on a mountain top,Where biting cold would never let grass grow,And think it but a minute spent in sport.
Thou wert best set - thy lower part where thy nose stands
Advance our standards, set upon our foes; Our ancient word of courage, fair Saint George, Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons!
There are a sort of men whose visagesDo cream and mantle like a standing pond.
He that stands upon a slippery place, makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up
His life was gentle, and the elements / So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up / And say to all the world, / This was a man!
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!
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
Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting That would not let me sleep.