William Shakespeare (baptised 26 April 1564 – 23 April 1616)[a] was an English poet and playwright, widely regarded as the greatest writer in the English language and the world's pre-eminent dramatist.[1] He is often called England's national poet and the "Bard of Avon" (or simply "The Bard"). His surviving works consist of 38 plays,[b] 154 sonnets, two long narrative poems, and several other poems. His plays have been translated into every major living language and are performed more often than those of any other playwright.[2] Shakespeare was born and raised in Stratford-upon-Avon. At the age of 18 he married Anne Hathaway, who bore him three children: Susanna, and twins Hamnet and Judith. Between 1585 and 1592 he began a successful career in London as an actor, writer, and part owner of the playing company the Lord Chamberlain's Men, later known as the King's Men. He appears to have retired to Stratford around 1613, where he died three years later. Few records of Shakespeare's private life survive, and there has been considerable speculation about such matters as his sexuality, religious beliefs, and whether the works attributed to him were written by others.[3]

Pentru barbat, ca si pentru femeie, cinstea e o adevarata comoara a sufletelor. Cine imi fura punga ia un fleac; e ceva si nimic. A fost a mea, acum va fi a lui. Si a fost in mana a mii de oameni. Insa cine imi rapeste reputatia imi rapeste ceva care pe el nu-l imbogateste, dar pe mine ma lasa sarac pamantului.

Reputatie |

Fericite sunt cele care pot sa-si stapaneasca asa de bine pornirile trupului pentru a aduce o viata de virtute! Dar mai fericit e pe pamant trandafirul cules, decat cel care ofilindu-se pe spinul sau virgin, traieste si moare izolat intr-o trista si rece fericire.

Fericire si Virtute |

Pe timp de iarnă
Mai bună-i o poveste tristă.

Literatura |

Nici marmura, şi nici regeşti morminte
Nu vor trăi cât versu-mi plin de-avânt.

Arta |

Amintirea-i al minţii paznic.

Amintiri |

Prostul înţelept se crede şi numai înţeleptul îşi vede prostia.

Prostie |

Prostia se preumblă de-a lungul şi de-a latul pământului ca soarele; străluce pretutindeni.

Prostie |

Dar spuneţi-mi, milord, nu-i aşa că adevărul
Supravieţuieşte veacurilor chiar dacă nu stă scris în cărţi?

Adevar |

Glumind, bufonii adesea sunt profeţi.

Aparenta si realitate |

Dacă a face ar fi tot atât de uşor cum este a şti ce e bine de făcut, atunci capelele ar fi fost catedrale şi bordeiele ar fi, fost palate regeşti.

Cunoastere |