William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

1. Macbeth, Act IV, Scene I 8/9/2016
2. Sonnet Xxxvii 5/21/2001
3. Some Say That Ever ‘Gainst That Season Comes (Hamlet, Act I, Scene I) 6/3/2015
4. The Rival Poet Sonnets (78 - 86) 3/29/2010
5. Sonnet Xi 5/21/2001
6. Where The Bee Sucks (from The Tempest) 6/10/2015
7. Speech: "Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears" 10/22/2015
8. Speech: "Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow" 7/20/2016
9. Sonnet Lxxxvi 5/21/2001
10. Sonnets Vi 1/4/2003
11. From The Rape Of Lucrece 4/17/2015
12. Sonnet Xcviii 5/21/2001
13. Sonnets Xxv: Let Those Who Are In Favour With Their Stars 1/1/2004
14. Sonnet Xlv 5/21/2001
15. The Procreation Sonnets (1 - 17) 3/29/2010
16. Sonnets Iv 1/4/2003
17. Song of the Witches: "Double, double toil and trouble" 11/20/2015
18. Sonnet Xxxvi 5/21/2001
19. Sonnets Iii 1/4/2003
20. Sonnet Lxiii 5/21/2001
21. Sonnet Lxii 5/21/2001
22. Sonnet Lxix 5/21/2001
23. Sonnet Xcv 5/21/2001
24. Sonnet Xci 5/21/2001
25. Sonnet Xlix 5/21/2001
26. Sonnets Xiv 1/4/2003
27. William Shakespeare Epitaph 10/20/2015
28. Sonnet Lxv 5/21/2001
29. Sonnets To The Sundry Notes Of Music 3/30/2010
30. Sonnet Xii 5/21/2001
31. Sonnet Xlviii 5/21/2001
32. Sonnets Xx 1/4/2003
33. Sonnet Lxi 5/21/2001
34. Sonnet Lix 5/21/2001
35. Sonnet Lxxii 12/31/2002
36. Sonnet Xl 5/21/2001
37. Sonnet Xcix 5/21/2001
38. Sonnet Lxxxviii 5/21/2001
39. Sonnet Xvii 5/21/2001
40. Sonnet Lviii 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 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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