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
That is the way to lay the city flat, To bring the roof to the foundation, And bury all, which yet distinctly ranges, In heaps and piles of ruin.
Everyone I meet is in some way my superior.
The force of his own merit makes his way-a gift that heaven gives for him.
Now, neighbor confines, purge you of your scum! Have you a ruffian that will swear, drink, dance, revel the night, rob, murder, and commit the oldest sins the newest kind of ways?
O,speak to me no more;these words like daggers enter my ears.(a fancy way of saying SHUT UP!)" — William Shakespeare "hamlet
for Mercutio's soul Is but a little way above our heads, Staying for thine to keep him company: Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.
To mourn a mischief that is past and gone Is the next way to draw new mischief on.
Let him smell his way to Dover!
If money go before, all ways do lie open.
The most peaceable way for you, if you do take a thief, is, to let him show himself what he is and steal out of your company.
We see which way the stream of time doth run.
Now no way can I stray; Save back to England, all the world's my way.
Direct not him whose way himself will choose; 'Tis breath not lack'st, and that breath wilt thou lose.
His worst fault is, he's given to prayer; he is something peevish that way.