William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

201. Sonnet 99: The Forward Violet Thus Did I Chide 1/13/2003
202. Sonnet C 5/18/2001
203. Sonnet Ci 5/18/2001
204. Sonnet Cii 5/18/2001
205. Sonnet Ciii 5/18/2001
206. Sonnet Civ 5/18/2001
207. Sonnet Cix 5/18/2001
208. Sonnet Cl 5/18/2001
209. Sonnet Cli 5/18/2001
210. Sonnet Clii 5/18/2001
211. Sonnet Cliii 5/18/2001
212. Sonnet Cliv 5/18/2001
213. Sonnet Cv 5/18/2001
214. Sonnet Cvi 5/18/2001
215. Sonnet Cvii 5/18/2001
216. Sonnet Cvii: Not Mine Own Fears, Nor The Prophetic Soul 1/3/2003
217. Sonnet Cviii 5/18/2001
218. Sonnet Cx 5/18/2001
219. Sonnet Cxi 5/18/2001
220. Sonnet Cxi: O, For My Sake Do You With Fortune Chide 1/3/2003
221. Sonnet Cxii 5/18/2001
222. Sonnet Cxiii 5/18/2001
223. Sonnet Cxiv 5/18/2001
224. Sonnet Cxix 5/18/2001
225. Sonnet Cxl 5/18/2001
226. Sonnet Cxli 5/18/2001
227. Sonnet Cxlii 5/18/2001
228. Sonnet Cxliii 5/18/2001
229. Sonnet Cxliv 5/18/2001
230. Sonnet Cxlix 5/18/2001
231. Sonnet Cxlv 5/18/2001
232. Sonnet Cxlvi 12/31/2002
233. Sonnet Cxlvii 5/18/2001
234. Sonnet Cxlviii 5/18/2001
235. Sonnet Cxv 5/18/2001
236. Sonnet Cxvi 5/18/2001
237. Sonnet Cxvi: Let Me Not To The Marriage Of True Minds 1/3/2003
238. Sonnet Cxvii 5/18/2001
239. Sonnet Cxviii 5/18/2001
240. Sonnet Cxx 5/18/2001
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 Lxvi

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
As, to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
And guilded honour shamefully misplaced,
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
And right perfection wrongfully disgraced,
And strength by limping sway disabled,
And art made tongue-tied by authority,

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