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
Like a red morn that ever yet betokened, Wreck to the seaman, tempest to the field, Sorrow to the shepherds, woe unto the birds, Gusts and foul flaws to herdmen and to herds.
O' thinkest thou we shall ever meet again? I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve For sweet discourses in our times to come.
Though Death be poor, it ends a mortal woe.
Yet this my comfort: when your words are done, My woes end likewise with the evening sun.
When we our betters see bearing our woes, We scarcely think our miseries our foes.
These times of woe afford no time to woo.
Though those that are betray'd Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor stands in worse case of woe
This day's black fate on more days doth depend; This but begins the woe, others must end.
All love's pleasure shall not match its woe.
woah is me to have seen what i seen see what i see
Wise men ne'er sit and wail their woes
Would I were dead, if God's good will were so, For what is in this world but grief and woe?
So many miseries have craz'd my voice, That my woe-wearied tongue is still and mute.
Headstrong liberty is lashed with woe.