William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

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