William Shakespeare
People note exceptional verbal wit, psychological depth, and emotional range of English playwright and poet William Shakespeare, who included such historical works as
Richard II
, comedies like
Much Ado about Nothing
, and such tragedies as
Hamlet
,
Othello
, and
King Lear
and also composed 154 sonnets before people published posthumously
First Folio
, which collected and contained edition of 36 plays in 1623.
He and Anne Hathaway, his wife, married in 1582.
Forest of Arden, a formerly very extensive wooded area, north of Stratford-upon-Avon of central England provided the setting for
As You Like It
of Shakespeare.
People widely regard William Shakespeare (baptized 26 April 1564) as the greatest writer in the language and the pre-eminent dramatist of the world. They often call him simply the national "bard of Avon." Surviving writings consist of 38 dramas, two long narratives, and several other books. People translate them into every major living language and performed them most often.
Anne bore him Susanna Shakespeare, and twins Hamnet Shakespeare and Judith Shakespeare. Between 1585 and 1592, he began a successful career in London as an actor, writer, and part-owner of the Lord Chamberlain's Men, the company, later known as the King's Men.
Shakespeare wrote throughout the span of his life. He started writing in 1589 and afterward averaged 1.5 dramas a year. From 1590, Shakespeare produced most of his known literature. He early mainly raised genres to the peak of sophistication and artistry before 1601. Next, he wrote mainly Macbeth and similar dramas, considered some of the finest examples in the language, until 1608. In his last phase, he wrote also known romances and collaborated until 1613.
He apparently retired to Stratford around 1613, where he died three years later on day of Saint George, his 52nd birthday. Few records of private life of Shakespeare survive with considerable speculation about such matters as his sexuality, religious beliefs, and whether he wrote all attributed literature.
People inscribed many books of varying quality and accuracy during his lifetime, and in 1623, two of his former theatrical colleagues issued all but two now recognized dramas of Shakespeare. Shakespeare, the great master of language and literature authentically wrote not all that people attribute.
People respected Shakespeare in his own day, but his reputation rose to its present heights not until the nineteenth century. The romantics in particular acclaimed genius of Shakespeare, and the Victorians hero-worshiped him with a reverence that George Bernard Shaw called "bardolatry." In the 20th century, new movements in scholarship and performance repeatedly adopted and rediscovered his dramas. People consistently perform and reinterpret his highly popular dramas today in diverse cultural and political contexts throughout the world.
“Master Custard, you must rise and be hanged”
“O momentary grace of mortal men,Which we more hunt for than the grace of God!Who builds his hopes in air of your good looks,Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast,Ready, with every nod, to tumble downInto the fatal bowels of the deep.”
“O, what men dare do!”
“O, if I say, you look upon this verse,When I perhaps compounded am with clay,Do not so much as my poor name rehearse,But let your love even with my life decay;Lest the wise world should look into your moan,And mock you with me after I am gone.”
“Somos feitos da mesma matéria que os sonhos e esta breve vida abrange um sono.”
“There are occasions and causes, why and wherefore in all things.”
“Yet this my comfort: when your words are done,My woes end likewise with the evening sun.”
“But here must end the story of my life,And happy were I in my timely deathCould all my travels warrant me they live.”
“There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls,Doing more murder in this loathsome world,Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.”
“Have I thought long to see this morning’s face,And doth it give me such a sight as this?”
“A peevish self-willed harlotry it is.*She’s a stubborn little brat.*”
“Some grief shows much of love,But much of grief shows still some want of wit.”
“Afore me! It is so very late,That we may call it early by and by.”
“These times of woe afford no time to woo.”
“It were a grief so brief to part with thee.Farewell.”
“Neither a borrower, nor a lender be;For loan oft loses both itself and friend,And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.This above all: to thine own self be true, 85And it must follow, as the night the day,Thou canst not then be false to any man.Farewell; my blessing season this in thee!”
“Unless philosophy can make a Juliet,Displant a town, reverse a prince’s doom,It helps not, it prevails not.”
“I would forget it fain,But oh, it presses to my memory,Like damnèd guilty deeds to sinners' minds.”
“I will play the swan. And die in music.”
“For where thou art, there is the world itself,With every several pleasure in the world,And where thou art not, desolation.”
“I must be gone and live, or stay and die.”
“Beauty is all very well at first sight; but whoever looks at it when it has been in the house three days? ”
“Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy; For the apparel oft proclaims the man, And they in France of the best rank and station Are of a most select and generous chief in that.”
“She moves me not, or not removes at least affection's edge in me.”
“By my soul I swear, there is no power in the tongue of man to alter me.”
“So we'll live,And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laughAt gilded butterflies, and hear poor roguesTalk of court news; and we'll talk with them too--Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out--And take upon 's the mystery of thingsAs if we were God's spies...”
“And will 'a not come again? And will 'a not come again? No, no, he is dead, Go to thy death bed: He will never come again.”
“He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone; At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.”
“They are but beggars that can count their worth; But my true love is grown to such excess I cannot sum up half of my wealth.”
“Love moderately. Long love doth so.Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.*Love each other in moderation. That is the key to long-lasting love. Too fast is as bad as too slow.*”
“How art thou out of breath when thou hast breathTo say to me that thou art out of breath?”
“What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?”
“Care keeps his watch in every old man’s eye,And where care lodges, sleep will never lie.”
“They that have power to hurt and will do none,That do not do the thing they most do show,Who, moving others, are themselves as stone,Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow,They rightly do inherit Heaven's graces,And husband nature's riches from expense;They are the lords and owners of their faces,Others but stewards of their excellence.The summer's flow'r is to the summer sweetThough to itself it only live and die;But if that flow'r with base infection meet,The basest weed outbraves his dignity:For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds;Lillies that fester smell far worse than weeds.”
“Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven;Whilst, like a puff'd and reckless libertine,Himself the primrose path of dalliance treadsAnd recks not his own read.”
“I am a bastard, too. I love bastards! I am bastard begot, bastard instructed, bastard in mind, bastard in valor, in everything illegitimate.”
“I had rather liveWith cheese and garlic in a windmill, far,Than feed on cates and have him talk to meIn any summerhouse in Christendom.”
“Ay me! for aught that ever I could read,could ever hear by tale or history,the course of true love never did run smooth.”
“i buy a thousand pound a year! i buy a rope!”
“Love is merely a madness; and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do; and the reason why they are not so punish'd and cured is that the lunacy is soordinary that the whippers are in love too.”
“The rest, is silence.”
“Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.”
“So. Lie there, my art.”
“In me thou see'st the twilight of such dayAs after sunset fadeth in the west,Which by and by black night doth take awayDeath's second self, that seals up all in rest.-Sonnet 73”
“I would not put a thief in my mouth to steal my brains.”
“Return of love, more blest may be the view;As call it winter, which being full of care,Makes summer’s welcome thrice more wish’d, more rare.Sonet56”
“You common cry of curs! whose breath I hateAs reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prizeAs the dead carcasses of unburied menThat do corrupt my air, I banish you;And here remain with your uncertainty!”
“Tis best to weigh the enemy more mighty than he seems.”
“We are oft to blame in this, -'tis too much proved, - that with devotion's visage,and pios action we do sugar o'erthe devil himself.”
“Ten kisses short as one, one long as twenty.”