William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

1. Speech: "Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow" 7/20/2016
2. The Procreation Sonnets (1 - 17) 3/29/2010
3. Song of the Witches: "Double, double toil and trouble" 11/20/2015
4. Sonnet Xlv 5/21/2001
5. Macbeth, Act IV, Scene I 8/9/2016
6. Where The Bee Sucks (from The Tempest) 6/10/2015
7. The Rival Poet Sonnets (78 - 86) 3/29/2010
8. Sonnet Xxiv 5/21/2001
9. Sonnet Lxxvi 12/31/2002
10. From The Rape Of Lucrece 4/17/2015
11. Sonnet Xci 5/21/2001
12. Sonnet Xcviii 5/21/2001
13. Sonnets Xxv: Let Those Who Are In Favour With Their Stars 1/1/2004
14. Speech: "Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears" 10/22/2015
15. Sonnet Xcv 5/21/2001
16. Sonnet Xiv 5/21/2001
17. Sonnet Lxv 5/21/2001
18. The Canakin Clink Pub Song (From 'Othello') 2/4/2015
19. Sonnets To The Sundry Notes Of Music 3/30/2010
20. Sonnet Lxxxviii 5/21/2001
21. Sonnet Xlix 5/21/2001
22. Sonnet Lvi 5/21/2001
23. Sonnets Xiv 1/4/2003
24. Sonnet Xii 5/21/2001
25. William Shakespeare Epitaph 10/20/2015
26. Sonnet Xi 5/21/2001
27. Sonnet Lxxx 5/21/2001
28. Sonnet Lvii 5/21/2001
29. Sonnet Xxxiii 5/21/2001
30. Sonnet Lix 5/21/2001
31. Sonnet Lxxii 12/31/2002
32. Sonnet Xli 5/21/2001
33. Sonnet Lxxxi 5/21/2001
34. Sonnet Xl 5/21/2001
35. Sonnet Xxxix 5/21/2001
36. Sonnets Iv 1/4/2003
37. Sonnet Xcix 5/21/2001
38. Sonnet Xc 5/21/2001
39. Sonnet Xiii 5/21/2001
40. Sonnet Xxxvi 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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