William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

281. Sonnet 122: Thy Gift, Thy Tables, Are Within My Brain 1/13/2003
282. Sonnet 55: Not Marble, Nor The Gilded Monuments 1/13/2003
283. Sonnet 93: So Shall I Live, Supposing Thou Art True 1/13/2003
284. Sonnet 150: O From What Power Hast Thou This Powerful Might 1/13/2003
285. Sonnet 90: Then Hate Me When Thou Wilt; If Ever, Now 1/13/2003
286. Sonnet 133: Beshrew That Heart That Makes My Heart To Groan 1/13/2003
287. Sonnet 148: O Me! What Eyes Hath Love Put In My Head 1/13/2003
288. Sonnet 149: Canst Thou, O Cruel, Say I Love Thee Not 1/13/2003
289. Sonnet 131: Thou Art As Tyrannous, So As Thou Art 1/13/2003
290. Sonnet 50: How Heavy Do I Journey On The Way 1/13/2003
291. Sonnet 95: How Sweet And Lovely Dost Thou Make The Shame 1/13/2003
292. The Blossom 1/4/2003
293. Sonnet 154: The Little Love-God Lying Once Asleep 1/13/2003
294. Sonnet 140: Be Wise As Thou Art Cruel; Do Not Press 1/13/2003
295. Sonnet 143: Lo, As A Careful Huswife Runs To Catch 1/13/2003
296. Sonnet 66: Tired With All These, For Restful Death I Cry 1/13/2003
297. Sonnet 126: O Thou, My Lovely Boy, Who In Thy Power 1/13/2003
298. Sonnet 16: But Wherefore Do Not You A Mightier Way 1/13/2003
299. When To The Sessions Of Sweet Silent Thought (Sonnet 30) 1/20/2003
300. Sonnet Xviii: Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day? 1/3/2003
301. Sonnet 2: When Forty Winters Shall Besiege Thy Brow 1/13/2003
302. Take, O Take Those Lips Away 1/4/2003
303. Sonnet 123: No, Time, Thou Shalt Not Boast That I Do Change 1/13/2003
304. Sonnet 120: That You Were Once Unkind Befriends Me Now 1/13/2003
305. Sonnet 73: That Time Of Year Thou Mayst In Me Behold 1/13/2003
306. Sonnet 11: As Fast As Thou Shalt Wane, So Fast Thou Grow'st 1/13/2003
307. Sonnet 108: What's In The Brain That Ink May Character 1/13/2003
308. Sonnet 31: Thy Bosom Is EndearÈD With All Hearts 1/13/2003
309. Sonnet 57: Being Your Slave, What Should I Do But Tend 1/13/2003
310. Sonnet 115: Those Lines That I Before Have Writ Do Lie 1/13/2003
311. Now, My Co-Mates And Brothers In Exile 3/29/2010
312. Sonnets Xviii: Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day? 1/1/2004
313. Sonnet 94: They That Have Power To Hurt And Will Do None 1/13/2003
314. Sonnet 152: In Loving Thee Thou Know'st I Am Forsworn 1/13/2003
315. Sonnet 146: Poor Soul, The Centre Of My Sinful Earth 1/13/2003
316. Sonnet 111: O, For My Sake Do You With Fortune Chide 1/13/2003
317. Sonnet 8: Music To Hear, Why Hear'st Thou Music Sadly? 1/13/2003
318. Sonnet 60: Like As The Waves Make Towards The Pebbled Shore 1/13/2003
319. Sonnet 107: Not Mine Own Fears, Nor The Prophetic Soul 1/13/2003
320. Sonnet 114: Or Whether Doth My Mind, Being Crowned With You 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 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;

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