William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

1. Sonnet Cxiii 5/18/2001
2. Sonnet Lxi 5/21/2001
3. Sonnet Viii 5/21/2001
4. Sonnet Xiv 5/21/2001
5. Sonnet Cxxvi 5/18/2001
6. Sonnet Cxvii 5/18/2001
7. Sonnet Cxli 5/18/2001
8. Sonnet Cxxv 5/18/2001
9. Sonnet Cxlix 5/18/2001
10. Sonnet Cxlviii 5/18/2001
11. Sonnet Lix 5/21/2001
12. Sonnet Xcv 5/21/2001
13. Sonnet Iv: Unthrifty Loveliness, Why Dost Thou Spend 1/3/2003
14. Sonnet Cxxxiv 5/18/2001
15. Sonnet Cxlvii 5/18/2001
16. Some Say That Ever ‘Gainst That Season Comes (Hamlet, Act I, Scene I) 6/3/2015
17. Where The Bee Sucks (from The Tempest) 6/10/2015
18. William Shakespeare Epitaph 10/20/2015
19. Speech: "Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears" 10/22/2015
20. Song of the Witches: "Double, double toil and trouble" 11/20/2015
21. Antony and Cleopatra, Act II, Scene II [The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne] 3/23/2016
22. Speech: "Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow" 7/20/2016
23. Macbeth, Act IV, Scene I 8/9/2016
24. From The Rape Of Lucrece 4/17/2015
25. Sonnet 7: “lo In The Orient When The Gracious Light…” 3/30/2010
26. Sonnet Cxxxix 5/18/2001
27. Sonnet Cliv 5/18/2001
28. Sonnet Cliii 5/18/2001
29. Sonnet Lxxiii 12/31/2002
30. Sonnet Cxxiii 5/18/2001
31. Sonnet Cvi 5/18/2001
32. Sonnet Lxxii 12/31/2002
33. Sonnet Lxxxi 5/21/2001
34. Sonnet Xli 5/21/2001
35. Sonnet Cxii 5/18/2001
36. Sonnet Vii 5/21/2001
37. Sonnet Liii 5/21/2001
38. Sonnet 47: Betwixt Mine Eye And Heart A League Is Took 1/13/2003
39. Sonnet Cxliv 5/18/2001
40. Sonnet Xxx: When To The Sessions Of Sweet Silent Thought 1/3/2003
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 Cviii

What's in the brain that ink may character
Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit?
What's new to speak, what new to register,
That may express my love or thy dear merit?
Nothing, sweet boy; but yet, like prayers divine,
I must, each day say o'er the very same,
Counting no old thing old, thou mine, I thine,
Even as when first I hallow'd thy fair name.
So that eternal love in love's fresh case

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