William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

1. Macbeth, Act IV, Scene I 8/9/2016
2. Song of the Witches: "Double, double toil and trouble" 11/20/2015
3. Sonnet Lxxvi 12/31/2002
4. Sonnet Xci 5/21/2001
5. Sonnet Xlv 5/21/2001
6. Sonnets To The Sundry Notes Of Music 3/30/2010
7. Sonnets Xiv 1/4/2003
8. Sonnet Xxiv 5/21/2001
9. From The Rape Of Lucrece 4/17/2015
10. Speech: "Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow" 7/20/2016
11. Sonnets Vi 1/4/2003
12. Sonnet Xi 5/21/2001
13. Sonnet Lviii 5/21/2001
14. Sonnet Lix 5/21/2001
15. Sonnet Lxxi 12/31/2002
16. Sonnet Xc 5/21/2001
17. Sonnet Xiii 5/21/2001
18. Sonnet Xxxvi 5/21/2001
19. Sonnet Lxxxvi 5/21/2001
20. The Rival Poet Sonnets (78 - 86) 3/29/2010
21. Sonnet Lxii 5/21/2001
22. Sonnet Lxiii 5/21/2001
23. Sonnet Xiv 5/21/2001
24. Sonnet Lxix 5/21/2001
25. Sonnet Xcv 5/21/2001
26. Sonnet Lxxiii 12/31/2002
27. Sonnet Xii 5/21/2001
28. Sonnet Lxxxv 5/21/2001
29. The Canakin Clink Pub Song (From 'Othello') 2/4/2015
30. Sonnets Xxv: Let Those Who Are In Favour With Their Stars 1/1/2004
31. Where The Bee Sucks (from The Tempest) 6/10/2015
32. Speech: "Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears" 10/22/2015
33. Sonnet Lxi 5/21/2001
34. Sonnet Lvi 5/21/2001
35. Sonnet Xlix 5/21/2001
36. Sonnet Liii 5/21/2001
37. Some Say That Ever ‘Gainst That Season Comes (Hamlet, Act I, Scene I) 6/3/2015
38. Sonnet Xxxvii 5/21/2001
39. Sonnet Lxxix 12/31/2002
40. Sonnet Lxxx 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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