William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

161. Sonnet Lii 5/21/2001
162. Sonnet 93: So Shall I Live, Supposing Thou Art True 3/30/2010
163. Sonnet Cxxv 5/18/2001
164. Sonnet Cxi 5/18/2001
165. Sonnet 72: O, Lest The World Should Task You To Recite 1/13/2003
166. Sonnet Cxiv 5/18/2001
167. Sonnet Clii 5/18/2001
168. Sonnet Cxxix 5/18/2001
169. Sonnet 83: I Never Saw That You Did Painting Need 1/13/2003
170. Sonnet 67: Ah, Wherefore With Infection Should He Live 1/13/2003
171. Sonnet 59: If There Be Nothing New, But That Which Is 1/13/2003
172. Sonnet 82: I Grant Thou Wert Not Married To My Muse 1/13/2003
173. Sonnet 92: But Do Thy Worst To Steal Thyself Away 3/30/2010
174. Sonnets X 1/4/2003
175. Sonnet Cvii 5/18/2001
176. Sonnet Cliii 5/18/2001
177. Sonnet Cxi: O, For My Sake Do You With Fortune Chide 1/3/2003
178. Sonnet 15: 3/30/2010
179. Sonnet 146: 3/30/2010
180. Sonnet 7: Lo, In The Orient When The Gracious Light 1/13/2003
181. Sonnet Cxx 5/18/2001
182. Sonnet 74: But Be Contented When That Fell Arrest 1/13/2003
183. Sonnet Civ 5/18/2001
184. Sonnet Cvi 5/18/2001
185. Sonnet Cli 5/18/2001
186. Sonnet 77: Thy Glass Will Show Thee How Thy Beauties Wear 1/13/2003
187. Sonnet 24: “mine Eye Hath Played The Painter And Hath Stelled…” 3/30/2010
188. Sonnet 80: O, How I Faint When I Of You Do Write 1/13/2003
189. Sonnet 14: “not From The Stars Do I My Judgement Pluck…” 3/30/2010
190. Sonnet 62: Sin Of Self-Love Possesseth All Mine Eye 1/13/2003
191. Sonnets Cxvi: Let Me Not To The Marriage Of True Minds 1/1/2004
192. Sonnet Cxii 5/18/2001
193. Sonnet Cxxviii 5/18/2001
194. Sonnet 44: If The Dull Substance Of My Flesh Were Thought 1/13/2003
195. Sonnet 45: The Other Two, Slight Air And Purging Fire 1/13/2003
196. Sonnet 56: Sweet Love, Renew Thy Force, Be It Not Said 1/13/2003
197. Sonnet Cxlvii 5/18/2001
198. Sonnet 48: How Careful Was I, When I Took My Way 1/13/2003
199. Sonnet 52: So Am I As The Rich Whose BlessÈD Key 1/13/2003
200. Sonnet Cxxii 5/18/2001

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  • Titly (7/5/2018 9:59:00 AM)

    Nice. I am glad to read his poems.

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  • Phyl E. (7/3/2018 11:25:00 PM)

    Perhaps johncris below is Spanish and mixed up the pronoun? I'll give him some slack if so. Otherwise, not funny, not funny at all.😡

  • Phyl E. (7/3/2018 11:20:00 PM)

    The Bard is the best! Everyone has an opinion and that is great. You just read mine! 🌹🌹🌹❤️❤️❤️

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 ...

Read the full of All The World's A Stage

Sonnet Lxvi

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
As, to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
And guilded honour shamefully misplaced,
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
And right perfection wrongfully disgraced,
And strength by limping sway disabled,
And art made tongue-tied by authority,

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