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
Is it not strange that sheep's guts should hale souls out of men's bodies?
Murder most foul, as in the best it it; But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.
Believe then, if you please, that I can do strange things. [Act 5, Scene 2]
Thou dost conspire against thy friend, Iago, If thou but think'st him wronged, and mak'st his ear A stranger to thy thoughts.
Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time.
Adversity makes strange bedfellows.
It is the witness still of excellency to put a strange face on his own perfection.
Diseased Nature oftentimes breaks forth In strange eruptions.
I stalk about her door like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks staying for wattage.
The art of our necessities is strange That can make vile things precious.
We that are true lovers run into strange capers.
That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything
What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted! Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just, and he but naked, though locked up in steel, whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
The purest treasure mortal times afford, is spotless reputation; that away, men are but gilded loam or painted clay.