William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

241. Sonnet Cxlvi 12/31/2002
242. Sonnet Cliv 5/18/2001
243. Sonnet Cix 5/18/2001
244. Sonnet 86: Was It The Proud Full Sail Of His Great Verse 1/13/2003
245. Sonnet 5: Those Hours, That With Gentle Work Did Frame 1/13/2003
246. Sonnet 134: So, Now I Have Confessed That He Is Thine 1/13/2003
247. Sonnet 98: From You Have I Been Absent In The Spring 1/13/2003
248. Sonnet 4: Unthrifty Loveliness, Why Dost Thou Spend 1/13/2003
249. Sonnet Ci 5/18/2001
250. Sonnet 137: Thou Blind Fool, Love, What Dost Thou To Mine Eyes 1/13/2003
251. Sonnet C 5/18/2001
252. Sonnet 24: Mine Eye Hath Played The Painter And Hath Stelled 1/13/2003
253. Sonnet Cii 5/18/2001
254. Sonnet 65: Since Brass, Nor Stone, Nor Earth, Nor Boundless Sea 1/13/2003
255. Sonnet 79: Whilst I Alone Did Call Upon Thy Aid 1/13/2003
256. Sonnet 64: When I Have Seen By Time's Fell Hand Defaced 1/13/2003
257. Sonnet 145: 3/30/2010
258. Sonnet 47: Betwixt Mine Eye And Heart A League Is Took 1/13/2003
259. Sonnet 21: So Is It Not With Me As With That Muse 1/13/2003
260. Sonnet 58: That God Forbid, That Made Me First Your Slave 1/13/2003
261. Sonnet 88: When Thou Shalt Be Disposed To Set Me Light 1/13/2003
262. Sonnet 139: O, Call Not Me To Justify The Wrong 1/13/2003
263. Sonnet Cxl 5/18/2001
264. The Phoenix And The Turtle 1/3/2003
265. Sonnet 96: Some Say Thy Fault Is Youth, Some Wantonness 1/13/2003
266. Sonnet 35: No More Be Grieved At That Which Thou Hast Done 1/13/2003
267. Sonnet 91: Some Glory In Their Birth, Some In Their Skill 1/13/2003
268. Sonnet 14: Not From The Stars Do I My Judgement Pluck 1/13/2003
269. Sonnet 89: Say That Thou Didst Forsake Me For Some Fault 1/13/2003
270. Sonnet 43: When Most I Wink, Then Do Mine Eyes Best See 1/13/2003
271. Sonnet 22: My Glass Shall Not Persuade Me I Am Old 1/13/2003
272. Take, O Take Those Lips Away 1/4/2003
273. Sonnet 13: O, That You Were Your Self! But, Love, You Are 1/13/2003
274. Sonnet 136: If Thy Soul Check Thee That I Come So Near 1/13/2003
275. Sonnet 97: How Like A Winter Hath My Absence Been 1/13/2003
276. Sonnet 93: So Shall I Live, Supposing Thou Art True 1/13/2003
277. Sonnet 150: O From What Power Hast Thou This Powerful Might 1/13/2003
278. Sonnet 133: Beshrew That Heart That Makes My Heart To Groan 1/13/2003
279. Sonnet 149: Canst Thou, O Cruel, Say I Love Thee Not 1/13/2003
280. Sonnet 131: Thou Art As Tyrannous, So As Thou Art 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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