William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

81. Sonnets Xix: Devouring Time, Blunt Thou The Lion's Paws 1/1/2004
82. Sonnets Xiii 1/4/2003
83. Sonnet Xxxv 5/21/2001
84. Sonnet Cxxxiii 5/18/2001
85. Sonnet Lxxiv 12/31/2002
86. Sonnet Xxxiii 5/21/2001
87. Sonnet Xlvii 5/21/2001
88. Sonnet Lxxxiv 5/21/2001
89. Sonnets Liii: What Is Your Substance, Whereof Are You Made 1/1/2004
90. Sonnets Xvi 1/4/2003
91. Sonnet Xxvi 5/21/2001
92. Sonnet Cxxxv 5/18/2001
93. Antony and Cleopatra, Act II, Scene II [The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne] 3/23/2016
94. Sonnets Xi 1/4/2003
95. Sonnets Xviii 1/4/2003
96. Sonnets Viii 1/4/2003
97. Sonnet Xcvii 5/21/2001
98. Sonnet Xxviii 5/21/2001
99. Sonnets Xix 1/4/2003
100. The Passionate Pilgrim 3/29/2010
101. Sonnet Lx 5/21/2001
102. Sonnet Cxxxviii 5/18/2001
103. Sonnets Ii 1/4/2003
104. Sonnets Iii 1/4/2003
105. Sonnets Xxxiii: Full Many A Glorious Morning Have I Seen 1/1/2004
106. Sonnet 38: 3/30/2010
107. Sonnet Xxi 5/21/2001
108. Sonnet Ix 5/21/2001
109. Sonnet Xx 12/31/2002
110. Sonnet 84: Who Is It That Says Most, Which Can Say More 3/30/2010
111. Sonnet Xxxi 5/21/2001
112. Sonnet Cxxxvi 5/18/2001
113. Sonnet Cxxxii 5/18/2001
114. Sonnet Lxxvii 12/31/2002
115. Sonnets I 1/4/2003
116. Sonnets Xvii 1/4/2003
117. Sonnet Xix: Devouring Time, Blunt Thou The Lion's Paws 1/3/2003
118. Sonnets Cxlvi: Poor Soul, The Centre Of My Sinful Earth 1/1/2004
119. Sonnet Lxvi 5/21/2001
120. Sonnet Cxxxvii 5/18/2001
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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