William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

281. Sonnet Lxxi 12/31/2002
282. Sonnet Lxxii 12/31/2002
283. Sonnet Lxxiii 12/31/2002
284. Sonnet Lxxiv 12/31/2002
285. Sonnet Lxxix 12/31/2002
286. Sonnet Lxxv 12/31/2002
287. Sonnet Lxxvi 12/31/2002
288. Sonnet Lxxvii 12/31/2002
289. Sonnet Lxxviii 5/21/2001
290. Sonnet Lxxx 5/21/2001
291. Sonnet Lxxxi 5/21/2001
292. Sonnet Lxxxii 5/21/2001
293. Sonnet Lxxxiii 5/21/2001
294. Sonnet Lxxxiv 5/21/2001
295. Sonnet Lxxxix 5/21/2001
296. Sonnet Lxxxv 5/21/2001
297. Sonnet Lxxxvi 5/21/2001
298. Sonnet Lxxxvii 5/21/2001
299. Sonnet Lxxxviii 5/21/2001
300. Sonnet V: Those Hours, That With Gentle Work Did Frame 1/3/2003
301. Sonnet Vi 5/21/2001
302. Sonnet Vii 5/21/2001
303. Sonnet Viii 5/21/2001
304. Sonnet X 5/21/2001
305. Sonnet Xc 5/21/2001
306. Sonnet Xci 5/21/2001
307. Sonnet Xcii 5/21/2001
308. Sonnet Xciii 5/21/2001
309. Sonnet Xciv: They That Have Power To Hurt And Will Do None 1/3/2003
310. Sonnet Xcix 5/21/2001
311. Sonnet Xcv 5/21/2001
312. Sonnet Xcvi 5/21/2001
313. Sonnet Xcvii 5/21/2001
314. Sonnet Xcviii 5/21/2001
315. Sonnet Xi 5/21/2001
316. Sonnet Xii 5/21/2001
317. Sonnet Xiii 5/21/2001
318. Sonnet Xiv 5/21/2001
319. Sonnet Xix: Devouring Time, Blunt Thou The Lion's Paws 1/3/2003
320. Sonnet Xl 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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