William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

1. Macbeth, Act IV, Scene I 8/9/2016
2. Sonnet Xlv 5/21/2001
3. The Canakin Clink Pub Song (From 'Othello') 2/4/2015
4. Where The Bee Sucks (from The Tempest) 6/10/2015
5. Sonnet Xxxvii 5/21/2001
6. Sonnet Lxxxvi 5/21/2001
7. Sonnet Lviii 5/21/2001
8. Sonnet Xci 5/21/2001
9. Sonnet Lxi 5/21/2001
10. Sonnet Lxiii 5/21/2001
11. Sonnet Lxii 5/21/2001
12. Sonnet Lxix 5/21/2001
13. Sonnet Xcv 5/21/2001
14. Sonnets To The Sundry Notes Of Music 3/30/2010
15. Song of the Witches: "Double, double toil and trouble" 11/20/2015
16. Speech: "Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow" 7/20/2016
17. Sonnet Lxxxviii 5/21/2001
18. Sonnet Xlix 5/21/2001
19. Sonnet Lvi 5/21/2001
20. Sonnets Xiv 1/4/2003
21. The Rival Poet Sonnets (78 - 86) 3/29/2010
22. From The Rape Of Lucrece 4/17/2015
23. William Shakespeare Epitaph 10/20/2015
24. Sonnet Lxxx 5/21/2001
25. Sonnet Lvii 5/21/2001
26. Sonnet Lxv 5/21/2001
27. Sonnet Lix 5/21/2001
28. Sonnet Xxxiii 5/21/2001
29. Some Say That Ever ‘Gainst That Season Comes (Hamlet, Act I, Scene I) 6/3/2015
30. Sonnet Xli 5/21/2001
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. Sonnets Iv 1/4/2003
36. Sonnet Lxxi 12/31/2002
37. Sonnet Xcix 5/21/2001
38. Sonnet Xc 5/21/2001
39. Sonnet Xxiv 5/21/2001
40. Sonnet Lxxvi 12/31/2002
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 Lxxvii

Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,
Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste;
The vacant leaves thy mind's imprint will bear,
And of this book this learning mayst thou taste.
The wrinkles which thy glass will truly show
Of mouthed graves will give thee memory;
Thou by thy dial's shady stealth mayst know
Time's thievish progress to eternity.
Look, what thy memory can not contain

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