William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

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

Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
Of my dull bearer when from thee I speed:
From where thou art why should I haste me thence?
Till I return, of posting is no need.
O, what excuse will my poor beast then find,
When swift extremity can seem but slow?
Then should I spur, though mounted on the wind;
In winged speed no motion shall I know:
Then can no horse with my desire keep pace;

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