William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

1. Sonnet Xxiv 5/21/2001
2. Sonnet Xii 5/21/2001
3. Sonnet Xcviii 5/21/2001
4. Sonnet Xi 5/21/2001
5. Sonnet Xiii 5/21/2001
6. The Procreation Sonnets (1 - 17) 3/29/2010
7. Sonnet Lxv 5/21/2001
8. The Canakin Clink Pub Song (From 'Othello') 2/4/2015
9. Antony and Cleopatra, Act II, Scene II [The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne] 3/23/2016
10. Sonnet Lxxvi 12/31/2002
11. Sonnet Xliv 5/21/2001
12. Sonnet Lxxxvi 5/21/2001
13. Sonnet Lviii 5/21/2001
14. Sonnet Xci 5/21/2001
15. Sonnets Xxv: Let Those Who Are In Favour With Their Stars 1/1/2004
16. The Rival Poet Sonnets (78 - 86) 3/29/2010
17. Sonnets Xvi 1/4/2003
18. Speech: "Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears" 10/22/2015
19. Sonnet Lxiii 5/21/2001
20. William Shakespeare Epitaph 10/20/2015
21. Sonnet Lxix 5/21/2001
22. Sonnets To The Sundry Notes Of Music 3/30/2010
23. Where The Bee Sucks (from The Tempest) 6/10/2015
24. Sonnet Lxxxviii 5/21/2001
25. Sonnet Xc 5/21/2001
26. Sonnet Xlix 5/21/2001
27. Sonnet Lvi 5/21/2001
28. Sonnets Xiv 1/4/2003
29. Sonnets Xv 1/4/2003
30. Sonnets Vi 1/4/2003
31. Sonnets X 1/4/2003
32. Sonnet Lxxx 5/21/2001
33. Sonnet Lvii 5/21/2001
34. Sonnet Xlv 5/21/2001
35. Sonnet Xxxiii 5/21/2001
36. Sonnet Xli 5/21/2001
37. Sonnet Xxxix 5/21/2001
38. Sonnets Iv 1/4/2003
39. Sonnet Lxxi 12/31/2002
40. Sonnet Xcix 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 Ci

O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends
For thy neglect of truth in beauty dyed?
Both truth and beauty on my love depends;
So dost thou too, and therein dignified.
Make answer, Muse: wilt thou not haply say
'Truth needs no colour, with his colour fix'd;
Beauty no pencil, beauty's truth to lay;
But best is best, if never intermix'd?'
Because he needs no praise, wilt thou be dumb?

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