~ 1564 - 1616
William Shakespeare was an English playwright and poet, widely regarded as one of the greatest writers in the English language. Known for his iconic works such as "Romeo and Juliet," "Hamlet," and "Macbeth," Shakespeare's plays continue to be performed and studied around the world, showcasing his profound understanding of human nature and his timeless storytelling.
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves.
If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.
I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad and to travel for it too!
As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.
Talking isn't doing. It is a kind of good deed to say well; and yet words are not deeds.
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.
This life, which had been the tomb of his virtue and of his honour, is but a walking shadow; a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving.
Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.
Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness, comfort in despair.
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
Love all, trust a few,Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemyRather in power than use; and keep thy friendUnder thy own life's key: be check'd for silence,But never tax'd for speech.
Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move. Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love.
Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.
How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
Fishes live in the sea, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the little ones.
What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
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.
If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?
The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.