William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

121. Sonnet 70:That Thou Art Blamed Shall Not Be Thy Defect… 3/30/2010
122. Sonnet Xxxviii: How Can My Muse Want Subject To Invent 1/3/2003
123. Sonnet Xxvii 5/21/2001
124. Sonnet Vii 5/21/2001
125. Sonnet Xxxii: If Thou Survive My Well-Contented Day 1/3/2003
126. The Dark Lady Sonnets (127 - 154) 3/29/2010
127. Sonnet I: From Fairest Creatures We Desire Increase 1/3/2003
128. Sonnet L 5/21/2001
129. Sonnets Cx: Alas, 'Tis True I Have Gone Here And There 1/1/2004
130. The Passionate Pilgrim 3/29/2010
131. Sonnet Ii: When Forty Winters Shall Besiege Thy Brow 1/3/2003
132. Sonnet Iii: Look In Thy Glass, And Tell The Face Thou Viewest 1/3/2003
133. Sonnet Xxx: When To The Sessions Of Sweet Silent Thought 1/3/2003
134. Sonnet Xxxiv 5/21/2001
135. Sonnets Lx: Like As The Waves Make Towards The Pebbl'D Shor 1/1/2004
136. Sonnets Ix 1/4/2003
137. Sonnet Li 5/21/2001
138. Sonnet Xv: When I Consider Everything That Grows 1/3/2003
139. Sonnet Lxxxii 5/21/2001
140. Sonnet 63: Against My Love Shall Be As I Am Now 3/30/2010
141. St. Crispin’s Day Speech: From Henry V 3/29/2010
142. Helen's Soliloqy (All's Well That Ends Well) 3/3/2015
143. Sonnet Xxix: When, In Disgrace With Fortune And Men's Eyes 1/3/2003
144. Sonnet Cxlviii 5/18/2001
145. Sonnet Cxlix 5/18/2001
146. Sonnets Xxx: When To The Sessions Of Sweet Silent Thought 1/1/2004
147. Sonnets Xxix: When, In Disgrace With Fortune And Men's Eyes 1/1/2004
148. Sonnet Cxiii 5/18/2001
149. Sonnet 69: Those Parts Of Thee That The World's Eye Doth View 1/13/2003
150. Sonnet Lxxv 12/31/2002
151. Sonnet 2: 3/30/2010
152. Sonnets Vii 1/4/2003
153. Sonnets Xciv: They That Have Power To Hurt And Will Do None 1/1/2004
154. Sonnet Xciv: They That Have Power To Hurt And Will Do None 1/3/2003
155. Sonnet Cxxvi 5/18/2001
156. Sonnet Cxvii 5/18/2001
157. Sonnet Cxxiii 5/18/2001
158. Sonnets Xii 1/4/2003
159. Sonnet Cxxxi 5/18/2001
160. Sonnet 61: Is It Thy Will Thy Image Should Keep Open 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 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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