“You do not know how the people of this country bear malice. It is the boast of some of them that they can keep a stone in their pocket seven years, turn it at the end of that time, keep it seven years longer, and hurl it and hit their mark ‘at last.'” ~ Shirley by Charlotte Bronte
With a fierce action of her hand, as if she sprinkled hatred on the ground, and with it devoted those who were standing there to destruction, she looked up once at the black sky, and strode out into the wild night. ~ Dombey and Son by Charles Dickens
William Shakespeare was an English poet, playwright and actor. His plays have been translated into every major living language and are performed more often than those of any other playwright.
Shakespeare was baptised on April 26, 1564 and died on April 23, 1616. While his exact date of birth is unknown, historians believe it to be April 23, 1564.
At the age of 18, Shakespeare married Anne Hathaway. They had three children: Susanna, and twins Hamnet and Judith. Sometime between 1585 and 1592, Shakespeare began a career in London as an actor, writer, and part-owner of a theatrical company called the Lord Chamberlain’s Men. The company later changed its name to the King’s Men.
It’s believed that in 1613 Shakespeare retired to Stratford. He died there three years later.
There are few records of Shakespeare’s private life. That’s lead to much speculation about his physical appearance, sexuality, religious beliefs and the authenticity of works attributed to him.
“Don’t you love heavy fragrances, faint with sweetness, ravishing juices of odor, heliotropes, violets, water-lilies,–powerful attars and extracts that snatch your soul off your lips?” ~ The Amber Gods by Harriet Prescott Spofford
“Our highest assurance of the goodness of Providence seems to me to rest in the flowers. All other things, our powers, our desires, our food, are all really necessary for our existence in the first instance. But this rose is an extra. Its smell and its color are an embellishment of life, not a condition of it. It is only goodness which gives extras, and so I say again that we have much to hope from the flowers.” ~ The Naval Treaty by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle