William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

1. Speech: "Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow" -new- 7/20/2016
2. Antony and Cleopatra, Act II, Scene II [The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne] 3/23/2016
3. Sonnet Xxiv 5/21/2001
4. Sonnet Xlv 5/21/2001
5. The Canakin Clink Pub Song (From 'Othello') 2/4/2015
6. Sonnet Viii 5/21/2001
7. Speech: "Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears" 10/22/2015
8. Sonnet Xxxvii 5/21/2001
9. Sonnet Lxxxvi 5/21/2001
10. Sonnet Xliv 5/21/2001
11. Sonnet Lxxvi 12/31/2002
12. Where The Bee Sucks (from The Tempest) 6/10/2015
13. Sonnet Xci 5/21/2001
14. Sonnet Xcviii 5/21/2001
15. Sonnet Lviii 5/21/2001
16. Some Say That Ever ‘Gainst That Season Comes (Hamlet, Act I, Scene I) 6/3/2015
17. Sonnets Xvi 1/4/2003
18. Sonnet Lxiii 5/21/2001
19. Sonnet Lxii 5/21/2001
20. Song of the Witches: "Double, double toil and trouble" 11/20/2015
21. Sonnet Xcv 5/21/2001
22. Sonnet Xiv 5/21/2001
23. Sonnet Lxix 5/21/2001
24. Sonnet Lxv 5/21/2001
25. Sonnet Lxi 5/21/2001
26. Sonnets Xiv 1/4/2003
27. Sonnet Lvi 5/21/2001
28. Sonnet Xlix 5/21/2001
29. William Shakespeare Epitaph 10/20/2015
30. From The Rape Of Lucrece 4/17/2015
31. Sonnets Vi 1/4/2003
32. Sonnets Xv 1/4/2003
33. Sonnet Xi 5/21/2001
34. Sonnet Xiii 5/21/2001
35. Sonnets X 1/4/2003
36. Sonnet Lxxx 5/21/2001
37. Sonnet Lvii 5/21/2001
38. The Procreation Sonnets (1 - 17) 3/29/2010
39. Sonnet X 5/21/2001
40. Sonnet Xxxix 5/21/2001
Best Poem of William Shakespeare

All The World's A Stage

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. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in ...

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Sonnet Ci

O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends
For thy neglect of truth in beauty dyed?
Both truth and beauty on my love depends;
So dost thou too, and therein dignified.
Make answer, Muse: wilt thou not haply say
'Truth needs no colour, with his colour fix'd;
Beauty no pencil, beauty's truth to lay;
But best is best, if never intermix'd?'
Because he needs no praise, wilt thou be dumb?

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