William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

41. Sonnets Xvi 1/4/2003
42. Sonnet Lxxxiii 5/21/2001
43. Sonnet Xvii 5/21/2001
44. Sonnet Xi 5/21/2001
45. Sonnet Lxii 5/21/2001
46. Antony and Cleopatra, Act II, Scene II [The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne] 3/23/2016
47. Sonnet Cxxxiv 5/18/2001
48. Sonnet Xciii 5/21/2001
49. Sonnet Lvii 5/21/2001
50. Sonnets Xxv: Let Those Who Are In Favour With Their Stars 1/1/2004
51. Sonnet Xvi 5/21/2001
52. Sonnet Xlii 5/21/2001
53. Sonnet Xxiii 5/21/2001
54. Sonnet V: Those Hours, That With Gentle Work Did Frame 1/3/2003
55. Sonnet Xxii 5/21/2001
56. Sonnets Liii: What Is Your Substance, Whereof Are You Made 1/1/2004
57. Sonnet Lxxxi 5/21/2001
58. The Canakin Clink Pub Song (From 'Othello') 2/4/2015
59. Sonnet Xcv 5/21/2001
60. Sonnet Lxxix 12/31/2002
61. Sonnet Iv: Unthrifty Loveliness, Why Dost Thou Spend 1/3/2003
62. Sonnets Xv 1/4/2003
63. Sonnet Xxxvi 5/21/2001
64. Sonnet Lxxxvii 5/21/2001
65. Where The Bee Sucks (from The Tempest) 6/10/2015
66. Sonnet Lvi 5/21/2001
67. Sonnet Xcvi 5/21/2001
68. Some Say That Ever ‘Gainst That Season Comes (Hamlet, Act I, Scene I) 6/3/2015
69. Sonnet Cxxxix 5/18/2001
70. Sonnets Xiii 1/4/2003
71. Sonnet Xxxv 5/21/2001
72. Sonnet Cxxxiii 5/18/2001
73. Sonnet Liii 5/21/2001
74. Sonnet Xliv 5/21/2001
75. Sonnets Xxxiii: Full Many A Glorious Morning Have I Seen 1/1/2004
76. Sonnets Vi 1/4/2003
77. Sonnet Lxxii 12/31/2002
78. Sonnet Xlvii 5/21/2001
79. Sonnet Lxxxiv 5/21/2001
80. Sonnets Xix: Devouring Time, Blunt Thou The Lion's Paws 1/1/2004
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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