William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

241. Sonnet 134: So, Now I Have Confessed That He Is Thine 1/13/2003
242. Sonnet 84: Who Is It That Says Most, Which Can Say More 1/13/2003
243. Sonnet 98: From You Have I Been Absent In The Spring 1/13/2003
244. Sonnet 99: The Forward Violet Thus Did I Chide 1/13/2003
245. Sonnet 4: Unthrifty Loveliness, Why Dost Thou Spend 1/13/2003
246. Sonnet Ci 5/18/2001
247. Sonnet Cliv 5/18/2001
248. Sonnet C 5/18/2001
249. Sonnet Cii 5/18/2001
250. Sonnet 24: Mine Eye Hath Played The Painter And Hath Stelled 1/13/2003
251. Sonnet 79: Whilst I Alone Did Call Upon Thy Aid 1/13/2003
252. Sonnet 86: Was It The Proud Full Sail Of His Great Verse 1/13/2003
253. Sonnet 135: Whoever Hath Her Wish, Thou Hast Thy Will 1/13/2003
254. Sonnet 145: 3/30/2010
255. Sonnet 47: Betwixt Mine Eye And Heart A League Is Took 1/13/2003
256. Sonnet 58: That God Forbid, That Made Me First Your Slave 1/13/2003
257. Sonnet 139: O, Call Not Me To Justify The Wrong 1/13/2003
258. Sonnet Cxl 5/18/2001
259. Sonnet 35: No More Be Grieved At That Which Thou Hast Done 1/13/2003
260. Sonnet 89: Say That Thou Didst Forsake Me For Some Fault 1/13/2003
261. Sonnet 137: Thou Blind Fool, Love, What Dost Thou To Mine Eyes 1/13/2003
262. Sonnet 43: When Most I Wink, Then Do Mine Eyes Best See 1/13/2003
263. Sonnet 22: My Glass Shall Not Persuade Me I Am Old 1/13/2003
264. Sonnet 65: Since Brass, Nor Stone, Nor Earth, Nor Boundless Sea 1/13/2003
265. Sonnet 64: When I Have Seen By Time's Fell Hand Defaced 1/13/2003
266. Sonnet 21: So Is It Not With Me As With That Muse 1/13/2003
267. Sonnet 136: If Thy Soul Check Thee That I Come So Near 1/13/2003
268. Sonnet 55: Not Marble, Nor The Gilded Monuments 1/13/2003
269. Sonnet 88: When Thou Shalt Be Disposed To Set Me Light 1/13/2003
270. Sonnet 97: How Like A Winter Hath My Absence Been 1/13/2003
271. Sonnet Xviii: Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day? 1/3/2003
272. Sonnet 96: Some Say Thy Fault Is Youth, Some Wantonness 1/13/2003
273. Sonnet 131: Thou Art As Tyrannous, So As Thou Art 1/13/2003
274. Sonnet 14: Not From The Stars Do I My Judgement Pluck 1/13/2003
275. Sonnet 121:Tis Better To Be Vile Than Vile Esteemed 3/30/2010
276. Sonnet 41: Those Pretty Wrongs That Liberty Commits 1/13/2003
277. Sonnet 125: Were'T Aught To Me I Bore The Canopy 1/13/2003
278. Sonnet 49: Against That Time, If Ever That Time Come 1/13/2003
279. Sonnet 42: That Thou Hast Her, It Is Not All My Grief 1/13/2003
280. Sonnet 13: O, That You Were Your Self! But, Love, You Are 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 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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