William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

1. William Shakespeare Epitaph 10/20/2015
2. Antony and Cleopatra, Act II, Scene II [The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne] 3/23/2016
3. Speech: "Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow" -new- 7/20/2016
4. Sonnet Xxiv 5/21/2001
5. Where The Bee Sucks (from The Tempest) 6/10/2015
6. Sonnet Lxi 5/21/2001
7. The Rival Poet Sonnets (78 - 86) 3/29/2010
8. Sonnet Lxxxvii 5/21/2001
9. Speech: "Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears" 10/22/2015
10. Sonnet Xliv 5/21/2001
11. Sonnet Lxxvi 12/31/2002
12. Sonnet Xxxvii 5/21/2001
13. Sonnet Xcviii 5/21/2001
14. Sonnet Xci 5/21/2001
15. Sonnets Xvi 1/4/2003
16. Sonnet Lxiii 5/21/2001
17. Sonnet Lxii 5/21/2001
18. Song of the Witches: "Double, double toil and trouble" 11/20/2015
19. Sonnet Xcv 5/21/2001
20. Sonnet Lxix 5/21/2001
21. Sonnet Lxv 5/21/2001
22. Sonnet Viii 5/21/2001
23. From The Rape Of Lucrece 4/17/2015
24. Sonnet Lxxxviii 5/21/2001
25. Sonnet Xlix 5/21/2001
26. Sonnets Xiv 1/4/2003
27. Sonnet Lvi 5/21/2001
28. Some Say That Ever ‘Gainst That Season Comes (Hamlet, Act I, Scene I) 6/3/2015
29. Sonnets Vi 1/4/2003
30. Sonnets Xv 1/4/2003
31. Sonnet Lvii 5/21/2001
32. The Passionate Pilgrim 3/29/2010
33. Sonnet Lviii 5/21/2001
34. Sonnets Xxv: Let Those Who Are In Favour With Their Stars 1/1/2004
35. Sonnet Lix 5/21/2001
36. Sonnet Xxxiii 5/21/2001
37. Sonnet Lxxxi 5/21/2001
38. Sonnet Xli 5/21/2001
39. Sonnet Lxxii 12/31/2002
40. Sonnet Xxxix 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 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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