William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

1. The Rival Poet Sonnets (78 - 86) 3/29/2010
2. Sonnet Xxxvii 5/21/2001
3. Sonnet Lxxxvi 5/21/2001
4. Sonnets Xxv: Let Those Who Are In Favour With Their Stars 1/1/2004
5. Sonnet Lxi 5/21/2001
6. Macbeth, Act IV, Scene I 8/9/2016
7. Sonnet Xii 5/21/2001
8. Sonnet Lxii 5/21/2001
9. Sonnet Lxix 5/21/2001
10. Sonnet Lxv 5/21/2001
11. Where The Bee Sucks (from The Tempest) 6/10/2015
12. Sonnet Lxxxviii 5/21/2001
13. Sonnet Lxxvi 12/31/2002
14. Speech: "Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow" 7/20/2016
15. Sonnet Xci 5/21/2001
16. Sonnet Xcviii 5/21/2001
17. The Procreation Sonnets (1 - 17) 3/29/2010
18. Sonnet Lix 5/21/2001
19. Sonnet Xxxiii 5/21/2001
20. Sonnet Lxxxi 5/21/2001
21. Sonnet Xxxix 5/21/2001
22. Sonnet Lxxi 12/31/2002
23. Sonnet Xxxvi 5/21/2001
24. Sonnets Iii 1/4/2003
25. From The Rape Of Lucrece 4/17/2015
26. Sonnet Xiv 5/21/2001
27. Sonnet Lxxxv 5/21/2001
28. Sonnets Xix: Devouring Time, Blunt Thou The Lion's Paws 1/1/2004
29. Sonnet Lviii 5/21/2001
30. Sonnet Lxxix 12/31/2002
31. Sonnets To The Sundry Notes Of Music 3/30/2010
32. The Canakin Clink Pub Song (From 'Othello') 2/4/2015
33. Sonnet Xi 5/21/2001
34. Sonnet Lxxviii 5/21/2001
35. Sonnets Xx 1/4/2003
36. Sonnet Xc 5/21/2001
37. Sonnets Iv 1/4/2003
38. Sonnets Xvi 1/4/2003
39. Sonnet Lv 5/21/2001
40. Sonnet Xlix 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 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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