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
The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots and wonders At out quaint spirits.
You are made Rather to wonder at the things you hear Than to work any.
Thus did I keep my person fresh and new, My presence, like a robe pontifical, Ne'er seen but wondered at, and so my state, Seldom but sumptuous, showed like a feast.
By being seldom seen, I could not stir But like a comet I was wondered at.
I wonder men dare trust themselves with men.
I wonder that you will still be talking. Nobody marks you.
Love is a wonderful, terrible thing
For we, which now behold these present days, Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.
O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, That has such people in't!
O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! And yet again wonderful, and after that, out of all hooping.
What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted! Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just, and he but naked, though locked up in steel, whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
The purest treasure mortal times afford, is spotless reputation; that away, men are but gilded loam or painted clay.
The rude sea grew civil at her song,And certain stars shot madly from their spheresTo hear the sea-maid's music.
The robb'd that smiles steals something from the thief: He robs himself that spends a bootless grief