William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

41. The Procreation Sonnets (1 - 17) 3/29/2010
42. The Rival Poet Sonnets (78 - 86) 3/29/2010
43. Sonnet Xl 5/21/2001
44. Sonnet Xii 5/21/2001
45. Sonnets Xv 1/4/2003
46. Sonnets Vi 1/4/2003
47. Sonnet Xcii 5/21/2001
48. Sonnets X 1/4/2003
49. Sonnet Lxxx 5/21/2001
50. Sonnet Xliii 5/21/2001
51. Helen's Soliloqy (All's Well That Ends Well) 3/3/2015
52. Sonnet Lvii 5/21/2001
53. Sonnet Xcvi 5/21/2001
54. Sonnet Xlv 5/21/2001
55. Sonnet Cxxxix 5/18/2001
56. Sonnet Cxxxviii 5/18/2001
57. Sonnet Lxxxi 5/21/2001
58. Sonnet Lxxii 12/31/2002
59. Sonnet Lxxi 12/31/2002
60. Sonnets Iv 1/4/2003
61. Sonnets Ii 1/4/2003
62. Sonnet Xcv 5/21/2001
63. Sonnet Xxi 5/21/2001
64. Sonnet Xxxvi 5/21/2001
65. Sonnet Lxxxvii 5/21/2001
66. Sonnet Xliv 5/21/2001
67. Sonnets Iii 1/4/2003
68. Sonnet Lxxiv 12/31/2002
69. Sonnet Lxxiii 12/31/2002
70. Sonnet Lxxxv 5/21/2001
71. Sonnet Lxxxix 5/21/2001
72. Sonnet Xlvii 5/21/2001
73. Sonnets Xix: Devouring Time, Blunt Thou The Lion's Paws 1/1/2004
74. Sonnet Cxxxiii 5/18/2001
75. Sonnet Lxxxviii 5/21/2001
76. Sonnet Xxv 5/21/2001
77. Sonnets Xvi 1/4/2003
78. Sonnet Cxxxvii 5/18/2001
79. Sonnet Lxxix 12/31/2002
80. Sonnet Xxii 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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From The Rape Of Lucrece

Her lily hand her rosy cheek lies under,
Cozening the pillow of a lawful kiss;
Who, therefore angry, seems to part in sunder,
Swelling on either side to want his bliss;
Between whose hills her head entombed is;
Where like a virtuous monument she lies,
To be admired of lewd unhallowed eyes.

Without the bed her other fair hand was,

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