William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

161. Sonnets Xciv: They That Have Power To Hurt And Will Do None 1/1/2004
162. Sonnet Cxliv 5/18/2001
163. Sonnet Cxvii 5/18/2001
164. Sonnet 83: I Never Saw That You Did Painting Need 1/13/2003
165. Sonnet 67: Ah, Wherefore With Infection Should He Live 1/13/2003
166. Sonnet 59: If There Be Nothing New, But That Which Is 1/13/2003
167. Sonnet 92: But Do Thy Worst To Steal Thyself Away 3/30/2010
168. Sonnet 56: Sweet Love, Renew Thy Force, Be It Not Said 1/13/2003
169. Sonnet Cvii 5/18/2001
170. Sonnet 61: Is It Thy Will Thy Image Should Keep Open 1/13/2003
171. Sonnet 72: O, Lest The World Should Task You To Recite 1/13/2003
172. Sonnet 7: Lo, In The Orient When The Gracious Light 1/13/2003
173. Sonnet 74: But Be Contented When That Fell Arrest 1/13/2003
174. Sonnet Civ 5/18/2001
175. Sonnet Cvi 5/18/2001
176. Sonnets Cxvi: Let Me Not To The Marriage Of True Minds 1/1/2004
177. Sonnet 24: “mine Eye Hath Played The Painter And Hath Stelled…” 3/30/2010
178. Sonnet 44: If The Dull Substance Of My Flesh Were Thought 1/13/2003
179. Sonnet 14: “not From The Stars Do I My Judgement Pluck…” 3/30/2010
180. Sonnet Clii 5/18/2001
181. Sonnet Cxxviii 5/18/2001
182. Sonnet 45: The Other Two, Slight Air And Purging Fire 1/13/2003
183. Sonnet Cxiv 5/18/2001
184. Sonnets X 1/4/2003
185. Sonnet 48: How Careful Was I, When I Took My Way 1/13/2003
186. Sonnet Lii 5/21/2001
187. Sonnet Cxi: O, For My Sake Do You With Fortune Chide 1/3/2003
188. Sonnet 15: 3/30/2010
189. Sonnet 70: That Thou Art Blamed Shall Not Be Thy Defect 1/13/2003
190. Sonnet 26: Lord Of My Love, To Whom In Vassalage… 3/30/2010
191. Sonnet 53: What Is Your Substance, Whereof Are You Made 1/13/2003
192. Sonnet Cxx 5/18/2001
193. Sonnet Cx 5/18/2001
194. Sonnet 38: How Can My Muse Want Subject To Invent 1/13/2003
195. Sonnet 54: O, How Much More Doth Beauty Beauteous Seem 1/13/2003
196. Sonnet 80: O, How I Faint When I Of You Do Write 1/13/2003
197. Sonnet 82: I Grant Thou Wert Not Married To My Muse 1/13/2003
198. Sonnet 6: Then Let Not Winter's Ragged Hand Deface 1/13/2003
199. Sonnet Cxviii 5/18/2001
200. Sonnet 62: Sin Of Self-Love Possesseth All Mine Eye 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 ...

Read the full of All The World's A Stage

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;

[Report Error]