William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare (26 April 1564 (baptised) – 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 plays have been translated into every major living language and are performed more often than those of any other playwright.

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The most peaceable way for you, if you do take a thief, is to let him show himself what he is, and steal out of your company.

O God, O God how weary stale flat and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!

Where every something being blent together turns to a wild of nothing.

Let no such man be trusted.

Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time.

They say miracles are past.

How well he's read to reason against reading!

We cannot conceive of matter being formed of nothing, since things require a seed to start from... Therefore, there is not anything which returns to nothing, but all things return dissolved into their elements.

When we are born, we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.

Who could refrain that had a heart to love, and in that heart courage to make love known?

There's place and means for every man alive.

I hold the world but as the world Gratiano, A stage where every man must play a part, And mine is a sad one.

If you have tears prepare to shed them now.

God has given you one face and you make yourself another.

As he was valiant I honour him. But as he was ambitious I slew him.

O had I but followed the arts!

There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood leads on to fortune. Omitted all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat. And we must take the current when it serves or lose our ventures.

Reputation is an idle and most false imposition, oft got without merit and lost without deserving.

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet are of imagination all compact.

Talking isn't doing. It is a kind of good deed to say well, and yet words are not deeds.

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