William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

1. From The Rape Of Lucrece 4/17/2015
2. William Shakespeare Epitaph 10/20/2015
3. Antony and Cleopatra, Act II, Scene II [The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne] 3/23/2016
4. Speech: "Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears" 10/22/2015
5. Macbeth, Act IV, Scene I 8/9/2016
6. Some Say That Ever ‘Gainst That Season Comes (Hamlet, Act I, Scene I) 6/3/2015
7. Speech: "Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow" 7/20/2016
8. Song of the Witches: "Double, double toil and trouble" 11/20/2015
9. Sonnet Xlv 5/21/2001
10. The Canakin Clink Pub Song (From 'Othello') 2/4/2015
11. The Rival Poet Sonnets (78 - 86) 3/29/2010
12. Sonnet Lxxxvii 5/21/2001
13. Where The Bee Sucks (from The Tempest) 6/10/2015
14. Sonnet Xci 5/21/2001
15. The Procreation Sonnets (1 - 17) 3/29/2010
16. Sonnet Lxv 5/21/2001
17. Sonnet Viii 5/21/2001
18. Sonnet Xxxvii 5/21/2001
19. Sonnet Lxxvi 12/31/2002
20. Sonnet Xliv 5/21/2001
21. Sonnet Xi 5/21/2001
22. Sonnet Lxxx 5/21/2001
23. Sonnet X 5/21/2001
24. Sonnet Xxxix 5/21/2001
25. Sonnet Lxxxi 5/21/2001
26. Sonnet Xcix 5/21/2001
27. Sonnets Xvi 1/4/2003
28. Sonnet Lxi 5/21/2001
29. Sonnet Xiii 5/21/2001
30. Sonnet Xcv 5/21/2001
31. Sonnet Xii 5/21/2001
32. Sonnet Lxxxv 5/21/2001
33. Sonnet Lxxxix 5/21/2001
34. Sonnet Xcviii 5/21/2001
35. Sonnet Lviii 5/21/2001
36. Sonnets Xiv 1/4/2003
37. Sonnet Xlix 5/21/2001
38. Sonnet Liii 5/21/2001
39. Sonnet Lxxxvi 5/21/2001
40. Sonnet Lxxix 12/31/2002
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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