William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

1. The Procreation Sonnets (1 - 17) 3/29/2010
2. Antony and Cleopatra, Act II, Scene II [The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne] 3/23/2016
3. Speech: "Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears" 10/22/2015
4. Song of the Witches: "Double, double toil and trouble" 11/20/2015
5. Sonnet Lxi 5/21/2001
6. Sonnet Viii 5/21/2001
7. Sonnet Lxxxvii 5/21/2001
8. Sonnet Lviii 5/21/2001
9. The Rival Poet Sonnets (78 - 86) 3/29/2010
10. Sonnet Xcviii 5/21/2001
11. Sonnets Xvi 1/4/2003
12. William Shakespeare Epitaph 10/20/2015
13. Sonnet Lxiii 5/21/2001
14. From The Rape Of Lucrece 4/17/2015
15. Where The Bee Sucks (from The Tempest) 6/10/2015
16. Sonnet Xcv 5/21/2001
17. Sonnet Xiv 5/21/2001
18. Sonnet Lxix 5/21/2001
19. Sonnet Lxv 5/21/2001
20. Sonnet Lvi 5/21/2001
21. Sonnet Lxxvi 12/31/2002
22. Sonnet Xxxvii 5/21/2001
23. Sonnets Vi 1/4/2003
24. Sonnet Xiii 5/21/2001
25. Sonnet Lvii 5/21/2001
26. Sonnet Xci 5/21/2001
27. Some Say That Ever ‘Gainst That Season Comes (Hamlet, Act I, Scene I) 6/3/2015
28. Sonnet Xlv 5/21/2001
29. Sonnet Lix 5/21/2001
30. Sonnet Lxxii 12/31/2002
31. Sonnet Xl 5/21/2001
32. Sonnet Lxxxi 5/21/2001
33. Sonnet Xxxix 5/21/2001
34. Sonnet Xcix 5/21/2001
35. The Canakin Clink Pub Song (From 'Othello') 2/4/2015
36. Sonnet Xxxvi 5/21/2001
37. Sonnet Lxxxvi 5/21/2001
38. Sonnet Lxii 5/21/2001
39. Sonnet Lxxiii 12/31/2002
40. Sonnet Lxxxv 5/21/2001
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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