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 have heard of some kind of men that put quarrels purposely on others, to taste their valor.
To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof little more than a little is by much too much.
Taste your legs, sire: put them into motion.
For conspiracy, I know not how it tastes, though it be dished For me to try how.
Last scene of all that ends this strange, eventful history, is second childishness and mere oblivion. I am sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
The sweetest honey is loathsome in its own deliciousness. And in the taste destroys the appetite. Therefore, love moderately.
How much salt water thrown away in waste/ To season love, that of it doth not taste.
Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows
Every one can master a grief but he that has it
The blood more stirsTo rouse a lion than to start a hare!
The better part of valor is discretion, in the which better part I have saved my life
Still have I borne it with a patient shrug,For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe.
Striving to be better, oft we mar what's well.
That, if then I had waked after a long sleep, will make me sleep again; and then, in dreaming, the clouds me thought would open and show riches ready to drop upon me; that, when I waked I cried to dream again.