William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

1. Sonnet Xiv 5/21/2001
2. From The Rape Of Lucrece 4/17/2015
3. Some Say That Ever ‘Gainst That Season Comes (Hamlet, Act I, Scene I) 6/3/2015
4. Helen's Soliloqy (All's Well That Ends Well) 3/3/2015
5. Sonnet Xciii 5/21/2001
6. Sonnet Xiii 5/21/2001
7. Sonnet Xi 5/21/2001
8. Sonnet Xxii 5/21/2001
9. Sonnet Lxv 5/21/2001
10. Sonnet Xlv 5/21/2001
11. Sonnet Xcv 5/21/2001
12. Sonnet Lxi 5/21/2001
13. Sonnet Liii 5/21/2001
14. Sonnet Lxxxvii 5/21/2001
15. Where The Bee Sucks (from The Tempest) 6/10/2015
16. Sonnet Xliv 5/21/2001
17. Sonnet Lxxvi 12/31/2002
18. Sonnet Cxxxv 5/18/2001
19. Sonnet Lxxxvi 5/21/2001
20. The Canakin Clink Pub Song (From 'Othello') 2/4/2015
21. Sonnet Xlviii 5/21/2001
22. Sonnet Lxxviii 5/21/2001
23. Sonnet Lviii 5/21/2001
24. The Rival Poet Sonnets (78 - 86) 3/29/2010
25. Sonnet Cxxxii 5/18/2001
26. Sonnet Lv 5/21/2001
27. Sonnet Xvii 5/21/2001
28. Sonnet Lxii 5/21/2001
29. Sonnet Lxiii 5/21/2001
30. Sonnet Lxix 5/21/2001
31. Sonnet Cxxxiv 5/18/2001
32. Sonnet Xxiii 5/21/2001
33. Sonnet Viii 5/21/2001
34. Sonnet Xlvi 5/21/2001
35. Sonnet Lxxxviii 5/21/2001
36. Sonnet Ix 5/21/2001
37. Sonnet Xx 12/31/2002
38. Sonnet Xlix 5/21/2001
39. Sonnets Xiv 1/4/2003
40. Sonnet Lvi 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 Lxxvii

Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,
Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste;
The vacant leaves thy mind's imprint will bear,
And of this book this learning mayst thou taste.
The wrinkles which thy glass will truly show
Of mouthed graves will give thee memory;
Thou by thy dial's shady stealth mayst know
Time's thievish progress to eternity.
Look, what thy memory can not contain

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