William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

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