William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

121. Sonnet 32: If Thou Survive My Well-Contented Day 1/13/2003
122. Sonnet 33: Full Many A Glorious Morning Have I Seen 1/13/2003
123. Sonnet 34: Why Didst Thou Promise Such A Beauteous Day 1/13/2003
124. Sonnet 35: No More Be Grieved At That Which Thou Hast Done 1/13/2003
125. Sonnet 36: Let Me Confess That We Two Must Be Twain 1/13/2003
126. Sonnet 37: As A Decrepit Father Takes Delight 1/13/2003
127. Sonnet 38: 3/30/2010
128. Sonnet 38: How Can My Muse Want Subject To Invent 1/13/2003
129. Sonnet 39: O, How Thy Worth With Manners May I Sing 1/13/2003
130. Sonnet 4: Unthrifty Loveliness, Why Dost Thou Spend 1/13/2003
131. Sonnet 40: Take All My Loves, My Love, Yea, Take Them All 1/13/2003
132. Sonnet 41: Those Pretty Wrongs That Liberty Commits 1/13/2003
133. Sonnet 42: That Thou Hast Her, It Is Not All My Grief 1/13/2003
134. Sonnet 43: When Most I Wink, Then Do Mine Eyes Best See 1/13/2003
135. Sonnet 44: If The Dull Substance Of My Flesh Were Thought 1/13/2003
136. Sonnet 45: The Other Two, Slight Air And Purging Fire 1/13/2003
137. Sonnet 46: Mine Eye And Heart Are At A Mortal War 1/13/2003
138. Sonnet 47: Betwixt Mine Eye And Heart A League Is Took 1/13/2003
139. Sonnet 48: How Careful Was I, When I Took My Way 1/13/2003
140. Sonnet 49: Against That Time, If Ever That Time Come 1/13/2003
141. Sonnet 5: Those Hours, That With Gentle Work Did Frame 1/13/2003
142. Sonnet 50: How Heavy Do I Journey On The Way 1/13/2003
143. Sonnet 51: Thus Can My Love Excuse The Slow Offence 1/13/2003
144. Sonnet 52: So Am I As The Rich Whose BlessÈD Key 1/13/2003
145. Sonnet 53: What Is Your Substance, Whereof Are You Made 1/13/2003
146. Sonnet 54: O, How Much More Doth Beauty Beauteous Seem 1/13/2003
147. Sonnet 55: Not Marble, Nor The Gilded Monuments 1/13/2003
148. Sonnet 56: Sweet Love, Renew Thy Force, Be It Not Said 1/13/2003
149. Sonnet 57: Being Your Slave, What Should I Do But Tend 1/13/2003
150. Sonnet 58: That God Forbid, That Made Me First Your Slave 1/13/2003
151. Sonnet 59: If There Be Nothing New, But That Which Is 1/13/2003
152. Sonnet 6: Then Let Not Winter's Ragged Hand Deface 1/13/2003
153. Sonnet 60: Like As The Waves Make Towards The Pebbled Shore 1/13/2003
154. Sonnet 61: Is It Thy Will Thy Image Should Keep Open 1/13/2003
155. Sonnet 62: Sin Of Self-Love Possesseth All Mine Eye 1/13/2003
156. Sonnet 63: Against My Love Shall Be As I Am Now 3/30/2010
157. Sonnet 63: Against My Love Shall Be, As I Am Now 1/13/2003
158. Sonnet 64: When I Have Seen By Time's Fell Hand Defaced 1/13/2003
159. Sonnet 65: Since Brass, Nor Stone, Nor Earth, Nor Boundless Sea 1/13/2003
160. Sonnet 66: Tired With All These, For Restful Death I Cry 1/13/2003
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 Ci

O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends
For thy neglect of truth in beauty dyed?
Both truth and beauty on my love depends;
So dost thou too, and therein dignified.
Make answer, Muse: wilt thou not haply say
'Truth needs no colour, with his colour fix'd;
Beauty no pencil, beauty's truth to lay;
But best is best, if never intermix'd?'
Because he needs no praise, wilt thou be dumb?

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