William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

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