William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

321. Sonnet Xlii 5/21/2001
322. Sonnet Xliii 5/21/2001
323. Sonnet Xliv 5/21/2001
324. Sonnet Xlix 5/21/2001
325. Sonnet Xlv 5/21/2001
326. Sonnet Xlvi 5/21/2001
327. Sonnet Xlvii 5/21/2001
328. Sonnet Xlviii 5/21/2001
329. Sonnet Xv: When I Consider Everything That Grows 1/3/2003
330. Sonnet Xvi 5/21/2001
331. Sonnet Xvii 5/21/2001
332. Sonnet Xviii: Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day? 1/3/2003
333. Sonnet Xx 12/31/2002
334. Sonnet Xxi 5/21/2001
335. Sonnet Xxii 5/21/2001
336. Sonnet Xxiii 5/21/2001
337. Sonnet Xxiv 5/21/2001
338. Sonnet Xxix: When, In Disgrace With Fortune And Men's Eyes 1/3/2003
339. Sonnet Xxv 5/21/2001
340. Sonnet Xxvi 5/21/2001
341. Sonnet Xxvii 5/21/2001
342. Sonnet Xxviii 5/21/2001
343. Sonnet Xxx: When To The Sessions Of Sweet Silent Thought 1/3/2003
344. Sonnet Xxxi 5/21/2001
345. Sonnet Xxxii: If Thou Survive My Well-Contented Day 1/3/2003
346. Sonnet Xxxiii 5/21/2001
347. Sonnet Xxxiv 5/21/2001
348. Sonnet Xxxix 5/21/2001
349. Sonnet Xxxv 5/21/2001
350. Sonnet Xxxvi 5/21/2001
351. Sonnet Xxxvii 5/21/2001
352. Sonnet Xxxviii: How Can My Muse Want Subject To Invent 1/3/2003
353. Sonnets Cx: Alas, 'Tis True I Have Gone Here And There 1/1/2004
354. Sonnets Cxlvi: Poor Soul, The Centre Of My Sinful Earth 1/1/2004
355. Sonnets Cxvi: Let Me Not To The Marriage Of True Minds 1/1/2004
356. Sonnets Cxxix: Th' Expense Of Spirit In A Waste Of Shame 1/1/2004
357. Sonnets I 1/4/2003
358. Sonnets Ii 1/4/2003
359. Sonnets Iii 1/4/2003
360. Sonnets Iv 1/4/2003
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 Lxxvii

Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,
Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste;
The vacant leaves thy mind's imprint will bear,
And of this book this learning mayst thou taste.
The wrinkles which thy glass will truly show
Of mouthed graves will give thee memory;
Thou by thy dial's shady stealth mayst know
Time's thievish progress to eternity.
Look, what thy memory can not contain

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