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 wish you all the joy you can wish.
Being of no power to make his wishes good: His promises fly so beyond his state That what he speaks is all in debt; he owes For every word.
My joy is death- Death, at whose name I oft have been afeard, Because I wish'd this world's eternity.
What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts...
It is to be all made of fantasy, All made of passion and all made of wishes, All adoration, duty, and observance, All humbleness, all patience and impatience, All purity, all trial, all observance
Who would not wish to be from wealth exempt,Since riches point to misery and contempt?
Nothing is so common as the wish to be remarkable.(attributed to)
If wishes would prevail with me, my purpose should not fail with me.
Winter, which, being full of care, makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare.
What our contempts do often hurl from us, We wish it ours again.
I 'gin to be aweary of the sun, And wish th' estate o' th' world were now undone.
I do not know What kind of my obedience I should tender. More than my all is nothing; nor my prayers Are not words holy hallowed, nor my wishes More worth than empty vanities; yet prayers and wishes Are all I can return.
Wish chastely, and love dearly.
The sweets we wish for, turn to loathed sours, Even in the moment that we call them ours.