William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

1. The Procreation Sonnets (1 - 17) 3/29/2010
2. Some Say That Ever ‘Gainst That Season Comes (Hamlet, Act I, Scene I) 6/3/2015
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. From The Rape Of Lucrece 4/17/2015
6. Macbeth, Act IV, Scene I 8/9/2016
7. Sonnets To The Sundry Notes Of Music 3/30/2010
8. The Canakin Clink Pub Song (From 'Othello') 2/4/2015
9. Where The Bee Sucks (from The Tempest) 6/10/2015
10. Speech: "Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow" 7/20/2016
11. Sonnet Lxxvi 12/31/2002
12. Sonnet Xcviii 5/21/2001
13. Sonnet Lviii 5/21/2001
14. The Rival Poet Sonnets (78 - 86) 3/29/2010
15. Sonnet Lxi 5/21/2001
16. Sonnet Lxiii 5/21/2001
17. Sonnet Lxii 5/21/2001
18. Sonnet Xcv 5/21/2001
19. Sonnet Xlix 5/21/2001
20. Sonnets Xiv 1/4/2003
21. Sonnet Lvi 5/21/2001
22. Sonnet Xxiv 5/21/2001
23. Sonnet Xxxvii 5/21/2001
24. Sonnet Lvii 5/21/2001
25. Sonnet Xlv 5/21/2001
26. Sonnet Xxxiii 5/21/2001
27. Sonnet Lix 5/21/2001
28. Sonnet Lxxii 12/31/2002
29. Sonnet Xl 5/21/2001
30. Sonnet Xxxix 5/21/2001
31. Sonnets Iv 1/4/2003
32. Sonnet Lxxi 12/31/2002
33. Sonnet Xc 5/21/2001
34. Sonnet Xiii 5/21/2001
35. Sonnet Xxxvi 5/21/2001
36. Sonnet Lxxxvi 5/21/2001
37. Sonnets Iii 1/4/2003
38. Sonnet Xiv 5/21/2001
39. Sonnet Lxix 5/21/2001
40. Sonnet Lxxiii 12/31/2002
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 Cviii

What's in the brain that ink may character
Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit?
What's new to speak, what new to register,
That may express my love or thy dear merit?
Nothing, sweet boy; but yet, like prayers divine,
I must, each day say o'er the very same,
Counting no old thing old, thou mine, I thine,
Even as when first I hallow'd thy fair name.
So that eternal love in love's fresh case

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