William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

1. Sonnet Lxv 5/21/2001
2. Macbeth, Act IV, Scene I 8/9/2016
3. Sonnet Lxxvi 12/31/2002
4. Sonnet Lxxxvi 5/21/2001
5. Sonnet Xcviii 5/21/2001
6. Sonnet Xci 5/21/2001
7. Speech: "Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears" 10/22/2015
8. Sonnet Lxi 5/21/2001
9. Sonnet Lxiii 5/21/2001
10. Sonnet Lxix 5/21/2001
11. Sonnet Xcv 5/21/2001
12. The Procreation Sonnets (1 - 17) 3/29/2010
13. The Canakin Clink Pub Song (From 'Othello') 2/4/2015
14. Sonnet Lxxxviii 5/21/2001
15. Sonnet Xlix 5/21/2001
16. Sonnet Lvi 5/21/2001
17. Sonnets Xiv 1/4/2003
18. Sonnet Xxxvii 5/21/2001
19. Sonnet Lxxx 5/21/2001
20. Sonnet Lvii 5/21/2001
21. Sonnet Lviii 5/21/2001
22. From The Rape Of Lucrece 4/17/2015
23. Sonnet Xlv 5/21/2001
24. Sonnet Lix 5/21/2001
25. Sonnet Xli 5/21/2001
26. Sonnet Lxxxi 5/21/2001
27. Sonnet Xxxix 5/21/2001
28. Sonnet Xcix 5/21/2001
29. Sonnet Xi 5/21/2001
30. Sonnet Xxxvi 5/21/2001
31. Sonnets Iii 1/4/2003
32. Sonnet Lxii 5/21/2001
33. Song of the Witches: "Double, double toil and trouble" 11/20/2015
34. Sonnet Xiv 5/21/2001
35. Sonnet Lxxiii 12/31/2002
36. Sonnet Lxxxv 5/21/2001
37. Sonnet Viii 5/21/2001
38. The Rival Poet Sonnets (78 - 86) 3/29/2010
39. Sonnet Xxiv 5/21/2001
40. Sonnet Liii 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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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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