William Shakespeare Poems
|401.||Twelve O'Clock - Fairy Time||3/29/2010|
|402.||Under The Greenwood Tree||1/3/2003|
|403.||When In Disgrace With Fortune And Men's Eyes (Sonnet 29)||1/20/2003|
|404.||When That I Was And A Little Tiny Boy||1/20/2003|
|405.||When To The Sessions Of Sweet Silent Thought (Sonnet 30)||1/20/2003|
|407.||Witches Chant (From Macbeth)||3/29/2010|
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 ...
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