Type: Playwright, Poet, Actor
Born: Baptised 26 April 1564 (birth date unknown)
Died: 23 April 1616
William Shakespeare, often called the English national poet, is widely considered the greatest dramatist of all time. William Shakespeare was baptized on April 26, 1564, in Stratford-upon-Avon, England. From roughly 1594 onward he was an important member of the Lord Chamberlain’s Men company of theatrical players. Written records give little indication of the way in which Shakespeare’s professional life molded his artistry. All that can be deduced is that over the course of 20 years, Shakespeare wrote plays that capture the complete range of human emotion and conflict.
How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a weary world.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.
This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
Don't waste your love on somebody, who doesn't value it.
Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'ring bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken."
And yet,to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays.
Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly. then your love would also change.
I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me.
To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature.
O, let my books be then the eloquence
And dumb presagers of my speaking breast;
Who plead for love, and look for recompense,
More than that tongue that more hath more express'd.
O, learn to read what silent love hath writ:
To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit.
All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players.