William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

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

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
As, to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
And guilded honour shamefully misplaced,
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
And right perfection wrongfully disgraced,
And strength by limping sway disabled,
And art made tongue-tied by authority,

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