William Shakespeare Poems
|401.||Twelve O'Clock - Fairy Time||3/29/2010|
|402.||Under The Greenwood Tree||1/3/2003|
|403.||When In Disgrace With Fortune And Men's Eyes (Sonnet 29)||1/20/2003|
|404.||When That I Was And A Little Tiny Boy||1/20/2003|
|405.||When To The Sessions Of Sweet Silent Thought (Sonnet 30)||1/20/2003|
|407.||Witches Chant (From Macbeth)||3/29/2010|
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 ...
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?