William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

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