William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

81. Sonnet 138: When My Love Swears That She Is Made Of Truth 1/13/2003
82. Sonnet 139: O, Call Not Me To Justify The Wrong 1/13/2003
83. Sonnet 14: “not From The Stars Do I My Judgement Pluck…” 3/30/2010
84. Sonnet 14: Not From The Stars Do I My Judgement Pluck 1/13/2003
85. Sonnet 140: Be Wise As Thou Art Cruel; Do Not Press 1/13/2003
86. Sonnet 141: In Faith, I Do Not Love Thee With Mine Eyes 1/13/2003
87. Sonnet 142: Love Is My Sin, And Thy Dear Virtue Hate 1/13/2003
88. Sonnet 143: Lo, As A Careful Huswife Runs To Catch 1/13/2003
89. Sonnet 144: Two Loves I Have, Of Comfort And Despair 1/13/2003
90. Sonnet 145: 3/30/2010
91. Sonnet 145: Those Lips That Love's Own Hand Did Make 1/13/2003
92. Sonnet 146: 3/30/2010
93. Sonnet 146: Poor Soul, The Centre Of My Sinful Earth 1/13/2003
94. Sonnet 147: My Love Is As A Fever, Longing Still 1/13/2003
95. Sonnet 148: O Me! What Eyes Hath Love Put In My Head 1/13/2003
96. Sonnet 149: Canst Thou, O Cruel, Say I Love Thee Not 1/13/2003
97. Sonnet 15: 3/30/2010
98. Sonnet 15: When I Consider Every Thing That Grows 1/13/2003
99. Sonnet 150: O From What Power Hast Thou This Powerful Might 1/13/2003
100. Sonnet 151: Love Is Too Young To Know What Conscience Is 1/13/2003
101. Sonnet 152: In Loving Thee Thou Know'st I Am Forsworn 1/13/2003
102. Sonnet 153: Cupid Laid By His Brand And Fell Asleep 1/13/2003
103. Sonnet 154: The Little Love-God Lying Once Asleep 1/13/2003
104. Sonnet 16: But Wherefore Do Not You A Mightier Way 1/13/2003
105. Sonnet 17: Who Will Believe My Verse In Time To Come 1/13/2003
106. Sonnet 18: Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day? 1/13/2003
107. Sonnet 19: Devouring Time Blunt Thou The Lion's Paws 1/13/2003
108. Sonnet 2: 3/30/2010
109. Sonnet 2: When Forty Winters Shall Besiege Thy Brow 1/13/2003
110. Sonnet 20: A Woman's Face With Nature's Own Hand Painted 1/13/2003
111. Sonnet 21: So Is It Not With Me As With That Muse 1/13/2003
112. Sonnet 22: My Glass Shall Not Persuade Me I Am Old 1/13/2003
113. Sonnet 23: As An Unperfect Actor On The Stage 1/13/2003
114. Sonnet 24: “mine Eye Hath Played The Painter And Hath Stelled…” 3/30/2010
115. Sonnet 24: Mine Eye Hath Played The Painter And Hath Stelled 1/13/2003
116. Sonnet 25: Let Those Who Are In Favour With Their Stars 1/13/2003
117. Sonnet 26: Lord Of My Love, To Whom In Vassalage… 3/30/2010
118. Sonnet 27: Weary With Toil, I Haste Me To My Bed 1/13/2003
119. Sonnet 28: How Can I Then Return In Happy Plight 1/13/2003
120. Sonnet 30: When To The Sessions Of Sweet Silent Thought 1/13/2003
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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