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
To climb steep hills requires slow pace at first.
But, good my brother, do not, as some ungracious pastors do. Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven whilst like a puffed and reckless libertine himself the primrose path of dalliance treads and wrecks not his own.
Show me the steep and thorny way. . . .
O sleep, O gentle sleep, nature's soft nurse, how have I frightened thee, that thou no more wilt weigh my eye-lids down and steep my senses in forgetfulness?
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.
There is plenty of time to sleep in the grave
Seek happy nights to happy days.W
Yet but three come one more. Two of both kinds make up four. Ere she comes curst and sad. Cupid is a knavish lad. Thus to make poor females mad.
Love is begun by time and time qualifies the spark and fire of it.
Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth.