William Shakespeare 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". Wikipedia Full fathom five thy father lies: Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: Hark! now I hear them,— Ding-dong, bell. William Shakespeare...
Read MoreO me! what eyes hath Love put in my head Which have no correspondence with true sight; Or if they have, where is my judgment fled That censures falsely what they see aright? If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote, What means the world to say it is...
Read MoreLet me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments: love is not love, Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove; O, no! it is an ever-fixèd mark, That looks on tempests, and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose...
Read MoreOrpheus, with his lute, made trees, And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing; To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung, as sun and showers There had made a lasting Spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay...
Read MoreWhen I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night; When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls all silvered o’er with white; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, And...
Read MoreBetween the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream: The genius and the mortal instruments Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection. William Shakespeare, Julius...
Read MoreWhen in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate; Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possest, Desiring this man's...
Read MoreMerciful Heaven! Thou rather, with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt Split’st the unwedgeable and gnarlèd oak, Than the soft myrtle;—O, but man, proud man! Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he’s most assured, His glassy essence,—like an angry ape, Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, As make the...
Read MoreOur revels now are ended: these our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air; And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherits, shall dissolve, And,...
Read MoreWhen we in our viciousness grow hard, O misery on’t! the wise gods seal our eyes; In our own filth, drop our clear judgments; make us Adore our errors, laugh at us, while we strut To our confusion. William Shakespeare, from Antony and Cleopatra...
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