William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

401. Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day? (Sonnet 18) 1/20/2003
402. A Fairy Song 1/3/2003
403. All The World's A Stage 1/20/2003

Comments about William Shakespeare

  • sucks (12/18/2017 8:02:00 AM)

    Shakespeare sucks his poems sucks and his life sucks

    9 person liked.
    13 person did not like.
  • Amarj€€£ (12/18/2017 2:57:00 AM)

    With concept

  • Izzy Frost (12/14/2017 11:14:00 AM)

    William Is the best pls no hate for him!

  • Izzy Frost (12/14/2017 11:13:00 AM)

    @Joshua Aaron Guillory Love it!

  • Joshua Aaron Guillory (12/12/2017 11:43:00 PM)

    ''Leave thee alone for the comparison
    Of all that insolent Greece or haughty Rome
    Sent forth, or since did from their ashes come.'' - Ben Jonson, 'In Praise of William Shakespeare' (1623)

    ''He who hath filled up all numbers, and performed that in our tongue which may be compared or preferred either to insolent Greece or haughty Rome....so that he may be named and stand as the mark and akun (acme) of our language.'' - Ben Jonson (1572 - 1637) 'In Praise of Francis Bacon'

  • susan ongkeko (12/12/2017 2:51:00 AM)

    amazing classical poem ever

  • Kshirod Kumar Dehury Kshirod Kumar Dehury (12/9/2017 7:37:00 AM)

    ohhhhhhhhhhhh, nice poem, really i enjoy this poem, thanks for sharing.10+++

  • AARIF WANI (12/8/2017 11:10:00 PM)

    I LIKE POEMS

  • i cant believe it''s not butter (12/8/2017 1:04:00 PM)

    ugg unicorns and butter plus bo boo

  • troll face (12/7/2017 6:23:00 AM)

    boringgggggg ahhhhhhhhh

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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