William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

281. Sonnet 149: Canst Thou, O Cruel, Say I Love Thee Not 1/13/2003
282. Sonnet 131: Thou Art As Tyrannous, So As Thou Art 1/13/2003
283. Sonnet 33: Full Many A Glorious Morning Have I Seen 1/13/2003
284. Sonnet 121:Tis Better To Be Vile Than Vile Esteemed 3/30/2010
285. The Blossom 1/4/2003
286. Sonnet 125: Were'T Aught To Me I Bore The Canopy 1/13/2003
287. Sonnet 95: How Sweet And Lovely Dost Thou Make The Shame 1/13/2003
288. Sonnet 143: Lo, As A Careful Huswife Runs To Catch 1/13/2003
289. Sonnet 49: Against That Time, If Ever That Time Come 1/13/2003
290. Sonnet 66: Tired With All These, For Restful Death I Cry 1/13/2003
291. Take, O Take Those Lips Away 1/4/2003
292. Sonnet 122: Thy Gift, Thy Tables, Are Within My Brain 1/13/2003
293. Sonnet 16: But Wherefore Do Not You A Mightier Way 1/13/2003
294. When To The Sessions Of Sweet Silent Thought (Sonnet 30) 1/20/2003
295. Sonnet 2: When Forty Winters Shall Besiege Thy Brow 1/13/2003
296. Sonnet 148: O Me! What Eyes Hath Love Put In My Head 1/13/2003
297. Sonnets Xviii: Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day? 1/1/2004
298. Sonnet 50: How Heavy Do I Journey On The Way 1/13/2003
299. Sonnet 140: Be Wise As Thou Art Cruel; Do Not Press 1/13/2003
300. Sonnet 57: Being Your Slave, What Should I Do But Tend 1/13/2003
301. Sonnet 14: Not From The Stars Do I My Judgement Pluck 1/13/2003
302. Sonnet 94: They That Have Power To Hurt And Will Do None 1/13/2003
303. Sonnet 152: In Loving Thee Thou Know'st I Am Forsworn 1/13/2003
304. Sonnet 19: Devouring Time Blunt Thou The Lion's Paws 1/13/2003
305. Sonnet 154: The Little Love-God Lying Once Asleep 1/13/2003
306. Sonnet 123: No, Time, Thou Shalt Not Boast That I Do Change 1/13/2003
307. Sonnet 13: O, That You Were Your Self! But, Love, You Are 1/13/2003
308. Sonnet 60: Like As The Waves Make Towards The Pebbled Shore 1/13/2003
309. Sonnet 126: O Thou, My Lovely Boy, Who In Thy Power 1/13/2003
310. Now, My Co-Mates And Brothers In Exile 3/29/2010
311. Sonnet 73: That Time Of Year Thou Mayst In Me Behold 1/13/2003
312. Sonnet 120: That You Were Once Unkind Befriends Me Now 1/13/2003
313. Sonnet 146: Poor Soul, The Centre Of My Sinful Earth 1/13/2003
314. Sonnet 153: Cupid Laid By His Brand And Fell Asleep 1/13/2003
315. Sonnet 11: As Fast As Thou Shalt Wane, So Fast Thou Grow'st 1/13/2003
316. Sonnet 108: What's In The Brain That Ink May Character 1/13/2003
317. Sonnet 31: Thy Bosom Is EndearÈD With All Hearts 1/13/2003
318. Sonnet Cxvi: Let Me Not To The Marriage Of True Minds 1/3/2003
319. Sonnet 107: Not Mine Own Fears, Nor The Prophetic Soul 1/13/2003
320. When That I Was And A Little Tiny Boy 1/20/2003

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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 Cviii

What's in the brain that ink may character
Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit?
What's new to speak, what new to register,
That may express my love or thy dear merit?
Nothing, sweet boy; but yet, like prayers divine,
I must, each day say o'er the very same,
Counting no old thing old, thou mine, I thine,
Even as when first I hallow'd thy fair name.
So that eternal love in love's fresh case

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