William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

321. Sonnet 108: What's In The Brain That Ink May Character 1/13/2003
322. Sonnet 107: Not Mine Own Fears, Nor The Prophetic Soul 1/13/2003
323. Sonnet 28: How Can I Then Return In Happy Plight 1/13/2003
324. Sonnet 146: Poor Soul, The Centre Of My Sinful Earth 1/13/2003
325. Sonnet 118: Like As To Make Our Appetite More Keen 1/13/2003
326. Sonnet 27: Weary With Toil, I Haste Me To My Bed 1/13/2003
327. Witches Chant (From Macbeth) 3/29/2010
328. Sonnet 111: O, For My Sake Do You With Fortune Chide 1/13/2003
329. Sonnet 132: Thine Eyes I Love, And They, As Pitying Me 1/13/2003
330. Now, My Co-Mates And Brothers In Exile 3/29/2010
331. Sonnet 114: Or Whether Doth My Mind, Being Crowned With You 1/13/2003
332. Sonnet 75: So Are You To My Thoughts As Food To Life 1/13/2003
333. Sonnet 112: Your Love And Pity Doth Th' Impression Fill 1/13/2003
334. Sonnet 25: Let Those Who Are In Favour With Their Stars 1/13/2003
335. Sonnet 15: When I Consider Every Thing That Grows 1/13/2003
336. Sonnet 119: What Potions Have I Drunk Of Siren Tears 1/13/2003
337. Sonnet 147: My Love Is As A Fever, Longing Still 1/13/2003
338. Sonnet 1: 3/30/2010
339. Sonnet 151: Love Is Too Young To Know What Conscience Is 1/13/2003
340. Spring And Winter 1/4/2003
341. Sonnet 142: Love Is My Sin, And Thy Dear Virtue Hate 1/13/2003
342. Sonnet 17: Who Will Believe My Verse In Time To Come 1/13/2003
343. Sonnet 110: Alas, 'Tis True, I Have Gone Here And There 1/13/2003
344. Sonnet 113: Since I Left You, Mine Eye Is In My Mind 1/13/2003
345. Sonnet 23: As An Unperfect Actor On The Stage 1/13/2003
346. That Time Of Year Thou Mayst In Me Behold (Sonnet 73) 1/20/2003
347. Sonnet 144: Two Loves I Have, Of Comfort And Despair 1/13/2003
348. Sonnet 104: To Me, Fair Friend, You Never Can Be Old 3/30/2010
349. Sonnet 10: For Shame, Deny That Thou Bear'st Love To Any 1/13/2003
350. Sonnet 129: Th' Expense Of Spirit In A Waste Of Shame 1/13/2003
351. Sonnet 40: Take All My Loves, My Love, Yea, Take Them All 1/13/2003
352. Sonnet 12: When I Do Count The Clock That Tells The Time 1/13/2003
353. Sonnet 20: A Woman's Face With Nature's Own Hand Painted 1/13/2003
354. To Be, Or Not To Be (Hamlet, Act Iii, Scene I) 3/29/2010
355. Sonnet 101: O Truant Muse, What Shall Be Thy Amends 1/13/2003
356. Sonnet 106: When In The Chronicle Of Wasted Time 1/13/2003
357. Sonnet 145: Those Lips That Love's Own Hand Did Make 1/13/2003
358. O Never Say That I Was False Of Heart 3/29/2010
359. Sonnet 30: When To The Sessions Of Sweet Silent Thought 1/13/2003
360. Orpheus With His Lute Made Trees 1/1/2004

Comments about William Shakespeare

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    do u kno da wae

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  • Little T (1/5/2018 6:20:00 AM)

    My raps are better than Shakespeare's

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    my raps are better than shakespeares

  • Peter File (1/5/2018 6:17:00 AM)

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  • Peter File (1/5/2018 5:54:00 AM)

    Shakespeare cant even poem

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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: '(

  • Nanashi (1/4/2018 7:00:00 PM)

    Great Boi

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 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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