William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

1. From The Rape Of Lucrece 4/17/2015
2. Sonnet Xiv 5/21/2001
3. The Procreation Sonnets (1 - 17) 3/29/2010
4. Sonnet Xxxix 5/21/2001
5. Sonnet Xciii 5/21/2001
6. Some Say That Ever ‘Gainst That Season Comes (Hamlet, Act I, Scene I) 6/3/2015
7. Where The Bee Sucks (from The Tempest) 6/10/2015
8. Sonnet Lxv 5/21/2001
9. Sonnet Xcv 5/21/2001
10. Sonnet Lxxxvii 5/21/2001
11. Sonnet Xliv 5/21/2001
12. Sonnet Lxxxvi 5/21/2001
13. Sonnet Xxxvii 5/21/2001
14. Sonnet Lxxviii 5/21/2001
15. Sonnet Xxxv 5/21/2001
16. Sonnet Cxxxiii 5/18/2001
17. Sonnet Lviii 5/21/2001
18. Sonnet Xci 5/21/2001
19. Sonnets Xxv: Let Those Who Are In Favour With Their Stars 1/1/2004
20. Sonnet Cxxxii 5/18/2001
21. Sonnet Xxviii 5/21/2001
22. Sonnet Xii 5/21/2001
23. Sonnet Lv 5/21/2001
24. Helen's Soliloqy (All's Well That Ends Well) 3/3/2015
25. The Rival Poet Sonnets (78 - 86) 3/29/2010
26. Sonnet Xiii 5/21/2001
27. Sonnet Xi 5/21/2001
28. Sonnet Lxiii 5/21/2001
29. Sonnet Lxix 5/21/2001
30. Sonnet Cxxxiv 5/18/2001
31. Sonnet Xxiii 5/21/2001
32. Sonnets To The Sundry Notes Of Music 3/30/2010
33. Sonnet Iv: Unthrifty Loveliness, Why Dost Thou Spend 1/3/2003
34. Sonnet Lxi 5/21/2001
35. Sonnet Viii 5/21/2001
36. Sonnet Ix 5/21/2001
37. Sonnet Xc 5/21/2001
38. Sonnet Lxxxviii 5/21/2001
39. Sonnet Xxxi 5/21/2001
40. Sonnet Lvi 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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