William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

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

What's in the brain that ink may character
Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit?
What's new to speak, what new to register,
That may express my love or thy dear merit?
Nothing, sweet boy; but yet, like prayers divine,
I must, each day say o'er the very same,
Counting no old thing old, thou mine, I thine,
Even as when first I hallow'd thy fair name.
So that eternal love in love's fresh case

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