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
A woman is a dish for the gods, if the devil dress her not.
A woman moved is like a fountain troubled, Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty.
I have no other but a woman's reason: I think him so, because I think him so.
Never; he will not: Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety: other women cloy The appetites they feed: but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies;
Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught?
Two women placed together makes cold weather.
Fair ladies, masked, are roses in their bud; Dismasked, the damask sweet commixture shown, Are angels vailing clouds, or roses blown.
O most delicate fiend! Who is't can read a woman? Is there more?
Fear and niceness, the handmaids of all women, or more truly, woman its pretty self.
Ah me, how weak a thing The heart of woman is!
A woman impudent and mannish grown Is not more loath'd than an effeminate man.
I am not prone to weeping as our sex commonly are; the want of which vain dew perchance shall dry your pities; but I have that honorable grief lodged here which burns worse than tears drown.
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
I cannot be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a woman with grieving.