William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

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