William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

81. Sonnets Xiv 1/4/2003
82. Sonnet Xvii 5/21/2001
83. Sonnet Lxxiv 12/31/2002
84. Sonnet Lvi 5/21/2001
85. Sonnet Xc 5/21/2001
86. Sonnet Lxxxiv 5/21/2001
87. Sonnet Xlvii 5/21/2001
88. Sonnet Lxxviii 5/21/2001
89. Sonnet Xxvi 5/21/2001
90. Sonnet Cxxxv 5/18/2001
91. Sonnets Xi 1/4/2003
92. Sonnet Lxx 12/31/2002
93. Sonnet Lxxx 5/21/2001
94. Sonnets Xviii 1/4/2003
95. Sonnets Viii 1/4/2003
96. Sonnet Xix: Devouring Time, Blunt Thou The Lion's Paws 1/3/2003
97. Sonnet Xxviii 5/21/2001
98. Sonnets Xix 1/4/2003
99. Sonnets Cxlvi: Poor Soul, The Centre Of My Sinful Earth 1/1/2004
100. Antony and Cleopatra, Act II, Scene II [The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne] 3/23/2016
101. Sonnet Lx 5/21/2001
102. Sonnet Cxxxviii 5/18/2001
103. Sonnets Ii 1/4/2003
104. Sonnet 38: 3/30/2010
105. Sonnet Ix 5/21/2001
106. Sonnets Liii: What Is Your Substance, Whereof Are You Made 1/1/2004
107. Sonnet Xxxi 5/21/2001
108. Sonnet Cxxxvi 5/18/2001
109. Sonnet Cxxxii 5/18/2001
110. Sonnets I 1/4/2003
111. Sonnets Xvii 1/4/2003
112. Sonnet Xcvii 5/21/2001
113. The Passionate Pilgrim 3/29/2010
114. Sonnet Cxxxvii 5/18/2001
115. Now The Hungry Lion Roars 3/2/2015
116. Sonnet 70:That Thou Art Blamed Shall Not Be Thy Defect… 3/30/2010
117. Sonnet Xx 12/31/2002
118. Sonnet Xxxviii: How Can My Muse Want Subject To Invent 1/3/2003
119. Sonnets Xxxiii: Full Many A Glorious Morning Have I Seen 1/1/2004
120. Sonnet Xxvii 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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