William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

321. Sonnet 107: Not Mine Own Fears, Nor The Prophetic Soul 1/13/2003
322. Sonnet 114: Or Whether Doth My Mind, Being Crowned With You 1/13/2003
323. Sonnet 75: So Are You To My Thoughts As Food To Life 1/13/2003
324. Sonnet 108: What's In The Brain That Ink May Character 1/13/2003
325. Sonnet 25: Let Those Who Are In Favour With Their Stars 1/13/2003
326. Sonnet 111: O, For My Sake Do You With Fortune Chide 1/13/2003
327. Sonnet 71: No Longer Mourn For Me When I Am Dead 1/13/2003
328. Sonnet 151: Love Is Too Young To Know What Conscience Is 1/13/2003
329. Sonnet 28: How Can I Then Return In Happy Plight 1/13/2003
330. Sonnet 147: My Love Is As A Fever, Longing Still 1/13/2003
331. Sonnet 11: As Fast As Thou Shalt Wane, So Fast Thou Grow'st 1/13/2003
332. Sonnet 15: When I Consider Every Thing That Grows 1/13/2003
333. Sonnet 132: Thine Eyes I Love, And They, As Pitying Me 1/13/2003
334. Sonnet 119: What Potions Have I Drunk Of Siren Tears 1/13/2003
335. Sonnet 142: Love Is My Sin, And Thy Dear Virtue Hate 1/13/2003
336. Now, My Co-Mates And Brothers In Exile 3/29/2010
337. That Time Of Year Thou Mayst In Me Behold (Sonnet 73) 1/20/2003
338. Sonnet 87: Farewell! Thou Art Too Dear For My Possessing 1/13/2003
339. Sonnet 112: Your Love And Pity Doth Th' Impression Fill 1/13/2003
340. Sonnet 17: Who Will Believe My Verse In Time To Come 1/13/2003
341. Sonnet 144: Two Loves I Have, Of Comfort And Despair 1/13/2003
342. Spring And Winter 1/4/2003
343. Witches Chant (From Macbeth) 3/29/2010
344. Sonnet 1: 3/30/2010
345. Sonnet 110: Alas, 'Tis True, I Have Gone Here And There 1/13/2003
346. Sonnet 104: To Me, Fair Friend, You Never Can Be Old 3/30/2010
347. Sonnet 23: As An Unperfect Actor On The Stage 1/13/2003
348. Sonnet 113: Since I Left You, Mine Eye Is In My Mind 1/13/2003
349. Sonnet 129: Th' Expense Of Spirit In A Waste Of Shame 1/13/2003
350. Sonnet 40: Take All My Loves, My Love, Yea, Take Them All 1/13/2003
351. Sonnet 20: A Woman's Face With Nature's Own Hand Painted 1/13/2003
352. Sonnet 12: When I Do Count The Clock That Tells The Time 1/13/2003
353. Sonnet 145: Those Lips That Love's Own Hand Did Make 1/13/2003
354. Sonnet 101: O Truant Muse, What Shall Be Thy Amends 1/13/2003
355. To Be, Or Not To Be (Hamlet, Act Iii, Scene I) 3/29/2010
356. Sonnet 10: For Shame, Deny That Thou Bear'st Love To Any 1/13/2003
357. Sonnet 30: When To The Sessions Of Sweet Silent Thought 1/13/2003
358. Sonnet 106: When In The Chronicle Of Wasted Time 1/13/2003
359. O Never Say That I Was False Of Heart 3/29/2010
360. Sonnet 141: In Faith, I Do Not Love Thee With Mine Eyes 1/13/2003

Comments about William Shakespeare

  • Little t (1/5/2018 6:19:00 AM)

    my raps are better than shakespeares

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  • Peter File (1/5/2018 5:47:00 AM)

    I hope Shakespeare dies

  • jarvis deverson (1/5/2018 5:44:00 AM)

    I can confirm he did indeed take my virginity

  • Peter File (1/5/2018 5:33:00 AM)

    Shakespeare took my sons virginity: '(

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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 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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